Letter To Oregon © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved

I come down here

Looking for

Open window

Or a big open back door

Then you remind me in my sleep

Promise I made long ago

I got no choice left but to keep

Listen to the magic

Of whatever world I set my feet upon

Be it the bright lights of Los Angeles

Or the green and golden hills of Oregon

 

If I could slow down

Long enough to think

What I'm really doing here

Between the pages and the ink

Where all the excuses

And the masks are stripped away

Now you see me as I walk out

Into the naked brutal light of day

A little bit wasted

And a little bit down on my luck

When I ran into you

With no idea of the changes

Following this path would put me through

 

Help me have faith

I can't afford to doubt what's happening

Equal time in light and darkness

Is a natural thing

Dawn is breaking

And it makes perfect sense

What's going on here

Has got nothing to do with coincidence

And if you wonder what I'm thinking

Just look at my feet

Pay less attention to what I say

Than to where I'm standing

On this side or that side of the street

 

 

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Letter To Oregon © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
Letter To Oregon © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
Letter To Oregon © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
Letter To Oregon © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved