| There’s another brazen day |
| Things kinda move that way |
| Good Lord above, now He don’t have to fuss |
| Not for good hardy people like us |
| Born with a weary eye |
| Plain to see, my oh my |
| These crazy ideas, they don’t last long |
| But they come and they go in America |
| And we’re staring at the world from my home little Idaho |
| And we’re staring at the world from my home little Idaho |
| There’s another fallen man |
| With hair I don’t understand |
| It’s just about as long as my wife Marlene |
| Don’t it all kinda keep you to wondering |
| Staring at the stars above |
| Wonder what are we made of |
| Some folks say that they know right away |
| So you look on a cloud for a lullaby |
| And we’re staring at the world from my home little Idaho |
| And we’re staring at the world from my home little Idaho |
| And I said hey |
| Everywhere I see |
| Everywhere I see |
| There’s another busted dream |
| Staring me right in the face |
| Good Lord knows why we don’t give in |
| Trying to leave, maybe run from this place |
| Instead of staring at the stars above |
| Wondering what are we made of |
| Some folks say that they know right away |
| So you look on a cloud for a lullaby |
| And we’re staring at the world from my home little Idaho |
| And we’re staring at the world from my home little Idaho |
| Staring at the world from my home little Idaho |
| Staring at the world from my home little Idaho |
| And I say hey |
| Everywhere I see |
| Everywhere I see |