Boise Never Changes

I’ve been driving down Vista since the day I learned to steer,

Same old diners, same old signs that haven’t moved in twenty years.

It’s charming in a way that kinda makes you wanna scream,

Like you’re stuck inside a postcard from someone else’s dream.

’Cause Boise never changes — no, Boise never changes.

It’s got the same ol’ streets, same ol’ beats, and the same ol’ tiny stages.

You can try to make it big, but the town just flips its pages…

Boise never changes — nope, Boise never changes.

Downtown wakes up slowly like it’s got nowhere to be,

A couple hipsters sipping coffee acting like celebrities.

We’ve got mountains, we’ve got rivers, and we still pretend it's LA,

But after nine o’clock, you know the nightlife packs away.

’Cause Boise never changes — no, Boise never changes.

It’s got the same ol’ streets, same ol’ beats, and the same ol’ tiny stages.

You can try to make it big, but the town just flips its pages…

Boise never changes — nope, Boise never changes.

I love this little valley even when it holds me tight,

But it’s hard to be world-famous when the city’s tucked in for the night.

Still I’m chasing down a moment that’ll put me on the map,

And Boise cheers me on… from its permanent power nap.

’Cause Boise never changes — no, Boise never changes.

It’s got the same ol’ streets, same ol’ beats, and the same ol’ tiny stages.

You can try to make it big, but the town just flips its pages…

Boise never changes — nope, Boise never changes.