His Aging Miss Idaho

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 glass 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...