(Music and Lyrics:  Sam Mullins)

Somewhere in Idaho
There’s a boy who’s disappointed
Had a picture of Kosovo in his mind
‘til he snuck downstairs late one night
And when he saw the real thing on Nightline
He said “I’ll never trust the radio.”
He doesn’t trust his imagination.

Somewhere in this great country of ours
There’s a girl who’s disappointed
Had a Christmas list a hundred miles long
With all the latest games and hip-hop songs
And when she got that rag doll from her Grandma
She sees rags….
She doesn’t trust her imagination.

Somewhere out west of reality
There’s a plane on auto-pilot
Taking our golden boy to his grave
Wipe away the tears as the bagpipes play
And if I had to choose just one thing to say
It would be….
He always trusted his imagination.

Somewhere in Idaho.