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 songs, to 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 boils, never spoils surface tame 

I'll slowly let her kill me with her lonely wind and rain 

Her lonely tears and pain