600 Film Cartridge

Yeah, I woke up in Oregon On a bus to Seattle I could walk to Olympic But I got bones that will rattle It's cold in the north Hold back my planning I'm all by myself Like a steel gun, standing What's really wrong? I gave up on my planet Spare me the sulfur I'll drink till I'm past this Baby I spot your face in the things that I see On my walks in the mountains, the hills, and the trees Every leaf in the forest, or rock in the creek I could tell you I love you and not mean a thing I got some 600 film in the back of my car But it's locked in the trunk And we're sort of too far But you're up and you're walking So I'll grab the keys And we'll move Oh well move Yeah we'll move through the trees Good lord (YEAH) Yeah, yeah Yeah it's cold Yeah it's cold up in Oregon Yeah it's cold