Concerning Idaho

All smiles atop the ocean wave,

We leave the land behind,

I turn once more to scan the sky

With Idaho on my mind.

The time has come, the Captain said,

To break the ties that bind.

I nod, a trifle tearfully,

With Idaho on my mind.

The blizzards come, the blizzards go,

The blizzards make us blind:

We sail into uncertainty –

And this is what we find.

I hurl my clothes off on the deck

With one thought on my mind:

If only Idaho could see me now –

But that fucking dog is blind.