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 pa**ion boils, never spoils surface tame I'll slowly let her k** me with her lonely wind and rain Her lonely tears and pain