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You’re chewing on life’s crust
and wallowing in misery.
You don’t know who to trust,
but you can put your trust in me.

You want to pack your things and go
and just be on your way.
But a departure of 3000 miles
is just too far away.

My body can’t live
when my heart has gone
3000 miles away.

You’re talking Oregon.
You’re mind’s already gone.
It sucks to battle life uphill
with your options nearly nearing nill.
Oregon,
you’re mind’s already gone.
I’ll smile while I help you pack
and I’ll cry when I’m behind your back.

You know I’d like to hoard you;
share you with nobody else.
But I can’t afford you,
’cause I can’t afford myself.

I’d like to come home to a place
with E-I-K and 2Br,
a washer/dryer and b1.5
and a decent-sized backyard.

But I can’t come home
happy every night
if Portland’s got my heart.

You’re talking Oregon.
You’re mind’s already gone.
It sucks to battle life uphill
with your options nearly nearing nill.
Oregon,
you’re mind’s already gone.
I’ll smile while I help you pack
and I’ll cry when I’m behind your back.

Stay. Stay with me now.
I don’t know how, but we’ll make it work.
Just don’t, don’t go to far.
My brittle heart is starting to hurt.

My body can’t live
when my heart has gone
3000 miles away.

You’re talking Oregon.
You’re mind’s already gone.
It sucks to battle life uphill
with your options nearly nearing nill.
Oregon,
you’re mind’s already gone.
I’ll smile while I help you pack
and I’ll cry when I’m behind your back.

It sucks to battle life uphill
with your options nearly nearing nill.
I’ll smile while I help you pack
and I’ll cry when I’m behind your back.
Oregon
Oregon

Notes:
Eric Ginsberg - Vocals & Acoustic Guitar