Key: F
Introduction: Dm Bb C G Dm Bb C G
Dm Bb C G
In the back of a car on a road in the dark
Dm Bb C G
In the stillicide, silently falling snow
Dm Bb C G
I have packed everything that I own in a bag
Dm Bb C G
And I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho
Dm Bb C G
A poem for leaving, a reason to go
Dm Bb C G
So I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho
F Dm Bb
'Cause I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me
F Dm Bb
And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, dreaming that I'm free
Gm C Gm C
I don't want to fall a-sleep and watch my life from fifty feet
Gm Bb C F
My hands are on the wheel so I'm driving to Ida-ho
F C F C
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty
Dm Bb C G
And oh, I've been dumb, I've been perfectly beautiful
Dm Bb C G
Lain on my back buying lovers with stealth
Dm Bb C G
But I'm sick of you all, and I'm sick of opinions
Dm Bb C G
And I'm sick of this war I wage on myself
Dm C Dm C- F- C
I don't know why I'm so gripped to go there
Dm C Dm C- F- C
A universe riddle that only I know?
Dm Bb C G
Mr. Robert says, "It's all in the head!"
Dm Bb C G
Tell me, Phaedrus, what's good, is it Ida-ho?
F Dm Bb
'Cause I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me
F Dm Bb
And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, dreaming that I'm free
Gm C Gm C
I don't want to fall a-sleep and watch my life from fifty feet
Gm Bb C F
My hands are on the wheel so I'm driving to Ida-ho
F C F C
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty
F C F C
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty...
C F
in Ida-ho.