Waking Up in Oregon
Waking up in Oregon
The faint dim light and the sweet smell of rain
In the back cab of the truck, or in the side seat of the van
Oh man, it's good to be here again
I'm looking for that old white house
Under the watch of spirit mountain
I can almost hear my brother's words
Hey I love you and how have you been
Oh man, it's good to see you again
The painted hills, the passing canyons
Juniper, and I always want you with me
Nothing feels so sweet as leaning on your shoulder
On the way back from California, and I want you with me
I drew a picture of the mountains in Montana
I sent it to my love, I said some day we'll move here when we're older
The moon rises over the hill tonight, it never seems to be the same
I never thought that I would meet someone like you
Tomorrow when the sun is high, I don't know where I'll be found
I find I'm blinded by everything I see
Baby blue bridge, feeling kind of neutral here
You're my baby and you're not near
I'm feeling kind of blue
Waking up in Oregon
The faint dim light and the sweet smell of rain
In the back cab of the truck, or in the side seat of the van
Oh man
The faint dim light and the sweet smell of rain
In the back cab of the truck, or in the side seat of the van
Oh man, it's good to be here again
I'm looking for that old white house
Under the watch of spirit mountain
I can almost hear my brother's words
Hey I love you and how have you been
Oh man, it's good to see you again
The painted hills, the passing canyons
Juniper, and I always want you with me
Nothing feels so sweet as leaning on your shoulder
On the way back from California, and I want you with me
I drew a picture of the mountains in Montana
I sent it to my love, I said some day we'll move here when we're older
The moon rises over the hill tonight, it never seems to be the same
I never thought that I would meet someone like you
Tomorrow when the sun is high, I don't know where I'll be found
I find I'm blinded by everything I see
Baby blue bridge, feeling kind of neutral here
You're my baby and you're not near
I'm feeling kind of blue
Waking up in Oregon
The faint dim light and the sweet smell of rain
In the back cab of the truck, or in the side seat of the van
Oh man
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Writer(s): Ida Aaron
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