[Intro] [verse 1] Robin and I rode our bikes through Arco, Idaho, Craters of the Moon Park, where the black rocks glow. A -Ah trails cracklin’ under our wheels, Poe-ha ha flows with that old-time feel. [bridge] [verse 2] I asked her a question as we rolled along, But she didn’t answer, just kept movin’ strong. Turned around like any good husband and she was nowhere near, (Not even close). She was talkin’ Portuguese “alto e claro” [interlude] [verse 3] A man from Peru with a campsite fire, Said “Join us for dinner tonight if you’ve got the desire.” Peruvian beef, chimichurri and wine so sweet, Stories danced with the fiddle beat. [verse 4] Weeks later a package showed up at our door in Boise, A glass fermentation lock crafted with love, A thank you from the lava fields and the midnight air, Idaho memories we’ll always share. [tag] A thank you from the lava fields and the midnight air, Idaho memories we’ll always share.
