In South Korea
it’s always raining
And I never see the moon
I never know if it’s waning
And the air is so wet
it kills the breeze
In Idaho the air is clean
And everyone is
camping in between
The howling
wolves and the pine trees
In Idaho there is a man
I want him to love me
but he doesn’t think he can
So I am trying to let him go
In South Korea
the ever changing faces
Have come to see what
they’ve heard of
far off places
Like the seasons
they come and go
Soon my season will change
And learning to love again
won’t seem so strange
South Korea is far away
From Idaho so I won’t stay
No I won’t stay