The end of his days, coming undone Him asking his wife what can be She talks to him soft, she pickes up his hand And it warms him inside An inch of fresh snow covers the ice She's walking him out for a drive They just sit in the car, with the windows rolled up And the gla** starts to fog "These strange tracks you leave" Miss Idaho says to him
"So glad they led to me" "These strange tracks you leave" Miss Idaho says to him "So glad they led to me Or I'd have never known such a love" "How can you mean what you've said?" Him praying she'll just leave him for dead Out here among the wind and the snow Of Idaho So she'll never know That he's scared she'll be first to go...