Today I got my call from ketchum idaho
From hemingway and railways and whiskey wine and snow
But if youve never been in pain before then I guess you wouldnt know

Im leaving in a while now for ketchums icy sting
To walk and fish and write some songs, to stay up late and drink
And if I stay there long enough then Ill 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

Ill lock myself in ketchums stare Ill make her my whole world
Im gonna roam the ketchum streets to find a ketchum girl
And then Ill let her break my heart cos thats all that I do well

The valley will become my home her hills will keep me safe
Ill give her songs about my soul when theres no soul left to take
And Ill 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 cant escape
And hemingway he shot himself one july evening late

But me I couldnt bring myself to bloody ketchums name
Underneath her passion boils, never spoils surface tame
Ill slowly let her kill me with her lonely wind and rain
Her lonely tears and pain