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