Oregon

The Petrels made some noise as we circled into Florence
All grey and comin' down above the Suislaw
I can hear it in her voice
I can see it in her eyes
It's ten hours south from here to San Francisco

Oregon the sky is falling
Right above my head it's coming down
There ain't nothing I can do
Nothing I can say to make this world better
The voice inside my head won't let up
Oregon I hear you

I met her heading north on a Greyhound outside Fresno
We talked the night away on that silver dart
Past Oakland in the dark
The bay was full of shadows
In a rented car we headed north as the sun came up

Oregon the sun is falling
Right before my eyes it's coming down
The islands are just shadows
South of Lincoln beaches lie as black as ink
Where we used to run

I knew she'd never turn until she crossed that state line
I knew she'd never come this way again

Oregon the sky is falling
Right above my head it's coming down

The islands are just shadows

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