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 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 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 In spite of all
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