Today I got my call from ketchum idaho
From hemingway and railways and whiskey wine and snow
But if you’ve never been in pain before then I guess you wouldn’t know
I’m leaving in a while now for ketchum’s icy sting
To walk and fish and write some songsto stay up late and drink
And if I stay there long enough then I’ll never feel a thing
And ketchum will be good to you if are strong and brave
She caters to the melancholy every single day
And babbles like a drunk old man unloading all his pain
I’ll lock myself in ketchum’s stare I’ll make her my whole world
I’m gonna roam the ketchum streets to find a ketchum girl
And then I’ll let her break my heart ’cos that’s all that I do well
The valley will become my home her hills will keep me safe
I’ll give her songs about my soul when there’s no soul left to take
And I’ll forget I ever lived in any other place
And it may seem inevitable I would love this fate
So beautiful and tragic and her heroes can’t escape
And hemingway he shot himself one july evening late
But me I couldn’t bring myself to bloody ketchum’s name
Underneath her passion boilsnever spoils surface tame
I’ll slowly let her kill me with her lonely wind and rain
Her lonely tears and pain
