I've never been to Washington,
That's where my Uncle John comes from.
I've never seen the home in which
His daughters live and grew up in.

Never seen a mountain top,
From a city block where traffic stops.
I'd love to go

Never been to Oregon,
But I think it'd help me breathe again.
The trees they make more oxygen,
And people smile and let you in.

A rainy day, a normal state of mind
And I don't mind...
I'd love to go.

Never held on long enough,
Or felt like I was truly loved.
I loved the way you'd sing to me,
What now seems like a distant dream.

I'd love to pack away my bags,
Find a home and find a friend.
I need to live.


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Washington song meanings
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