Gregory Alan Isakov – Idaho

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Down in the bardo
There was nothing to hold while we let it go
We were empty, we were hollow
Shined with everything we were living for
And you see your soul
Like some picture show
Across Idaho
We were running through the autumn leaves
A couple kids just wearing out their jeans, running
Mary she’s our autumn queen
Watch her smoking cigarettes in the street
And down she goes
Cold she blows
Across Idaho
And down she goes
Cold she blows
Across Idaho
And there’s lights up in the north
And I ain’t wondering where you are
Now it’s white as snow
Watch the evening glow
Across Idaho
And there’s lights up in the north
And I ain’t wondering where you are
There’s lights up in the north

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