Jeffrey Foucault - Idaho Lyrics

I know it isn't Idaho
Where the sun goes when it goes
Down, over the river

Strange birds on the fence line
It's going to get cold tonight
I know it isn't Idaho

How many shades of blue
Are dying from me to you?
Are the stars only soldered to the sky
Salt tears gone white and dry?

Who could leave it all behind
Metal flesh bone and brine?
I know it isn't Idaho

Horses heart blood and wine
That's the color of the sun when it's dying
Down, over the river, down, over the river