Let me go back over Oregon,
that little scar is nothin’
in the arms of all the things
have yet to come.

I’d like to call it no big deal,
but we both know I’d be lying.
I can never come back
if I don’t go.

That plan may have been a waste,
but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t nice.
Sometimes you use a sweet lie
to get by.

Though it’s done me well this place,
where there’s a mountain there’s a sky,
there’s too much left between
to ease my mind.

From where we got flowers by the fifth,
where we learned back-handed love,
where if you come off clever enough
you don’t have to cover anything up.

And this city’s done me strange,
though I’m’s courageous as I came.
Well that courage sure is honest
but can feel like such a fickle thing.

Let me go back over Oregon.
That little scar is nothin’
in the arms of all the things
have yet to come.

I’d like to call it no big deal,
but we both know I’d be lying.
I can never come back
if I don’t go.

Now explain to me this affinity
for naming all those settlements
for things that crop up colorful
In spite of all the clouds

Like you know what’s there,
but don’t look down,
there’s a perfect place that’s not quite now,
and Jesus has a lot of love but the good book might not let you out.

Let me go back over Oregon.
That little scar is nothin’
in the arms of all the things
have yet to come.

I’d like to call it no big deal,
but we both know I’d be lying.
I can never come back
if I don’t go.

And that plan may have been a waste,
but we’ll make it up some time
- I’ll find you when we’ve
grown apart enough,

Where there’s a candle there’s a light,
a shadow dances right behind,
saying, “Come to me son,
let me test your luck.”

From where we got flowers by the fifth,
where we learned back-handed love,
where if you come off clever enough
you don’t have to cover anything up.

And this city’s done me strange
though I’m’s courageous as I came.
Well that courage sure is honest
but can feel like such a fickle thing.

And explain to me this affinity
for naming all those settlements
for things that crop up colorful
In spite of all the clouds.

From the Roses City of my birth,
to the golden man stands in a cherry town,
to a road-stop named for mountains
and for women and their family ties
and flowers by the fifth.
In spite of all the clouds

Let me go back over Oregon.
That little scar is nothin’
in the arms of all the things
have yet to come.

I’d like to call it no big deal,
but we both know I’d be lying.
I can never come back
if I don’t go.


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