Ida (In the Hills)

Written by Jacob Keplinger

It's a wonder to most of us
The way that it comes to us is free
There's a heartbreaker in the yard
A street-talker in the car for me
In the hills

Keep lookin' down the hole
And don't try to tell me what you see
I think it's Ida you're lookin' for
That Ida is good company
In the hills

In the hills we can be
Someone else's company
Maybe that's just for me
I'm a maniac, you see
Start the bank, start the seed
Hitch a ride and we can go back to the hills
Find a hole
Find a nest
Find the city that's the best
Take the east
Take the west
Take the freeway to the land we call The Hills
You can't fake a thrill
I've been chasing reverence and I can't find it still

It's a wonder to most of us that nobody cares what we think
What the street-talker said is so and I for one don't have a lot to sink
In the hills
Keep lookin' down the hole
And don't try to tell me what you see
I think it's Ida you're lookin' for
That Ida is good company

I said now keep looking down the hole
And don't try to tell me what you see
I think it's Ida you're looking for
That Ida is good company
In the hills