I count the days
The Painted Hills
And Rose Parade
I count the days
The Great Big Flood
Among the rain
A purple moon in June
And it wouldn't ever happen to you
But you've taken off and gone to dust
I count the days
Lewis and Clark
To pave the way
I count the days
Sea lion caves
Along the bay
A purple moon in June
And it wouldn't ever happen to you
But you've taken off and gone to dust
And all your burdens fade away
The Man of Gold illuminates
If you could come I'd rather stay
In Oregon any day