Oregon

Sitting in Oregon

The days burn long

Steve makes the sandwiches

And I write the songs

And half of my anxious

Is already gone

I say, Lord

Think I've been doing it all wrong

New cars and future stars

And friends and trends and fitness

Dollars and followers

And filling every minute

Steve says that happiness

It ain't a competition

I say, Lord

Think I've been doing it all wrong

The moment that I wake up, my head starts storming

But he's been wide awake, just breathing in the mountain light

And he's singing, "Oh, what a beautiful morning"

And I'm thinking, "Oh, that's a beautiful life"

But I'll fly tomorrow night

And sink back in the city

With phone calls and Adderall

And never feeling pretty

Oregon, can I bottle this

And carry it with me?

I say, Lord

Think I've been doing it all wrong, ooh