I landed on the silver lake, washed up and feeling blue
Heard the sound of footsteps drifting softly to the moon
Looking for clear water, I had to take control
Out there in wilderness, another bullet hole
Playing it all for gods yesterday
Idaho, Idaho
There's a beauty on the road
Every day I look out of the bus
Silver lining's getting lost
Floated out into the woods to hear the old elk call
Touched a rainbow with my hands, I'm dry, I got 'em all
"Ride on," said the king of cool, you've got nothing to lose
Tinseltown is down the road, it's the bullet or the noose
If you're playing it all for gods far away
Idaho, Idaho
There's a beauty on the road
But every day I look out of the bus
Silver lining's getting lost