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