Idaho, above her, mistletoe,
she had to stand up on her tiptoes
to kiss.
The mountains look so far away now
and the lights from the next town
look too dim.

Days and nights are getting longer
as I lay here getting no stronger
to fight.
Can I make one final request?
To feel your heart beat in your chest
one last time?

These old eyes are getting heavy,
this time I know I am ready
to die.
You can wrap me up in paper
and tell me you will see me later
as I die.

Idaho, give me one last something,
words to let this voice sing
one last time.
Idaho and I don’t care
when I saw your jealous glare
as I died.

The only friend who shared your bed
was the one who held your head
as you died.
The only friend you ever had
was the one who held your hand
as you died.