Testo di Eugene

Snowy streets, highway signs that always point me east Rolling clouds, faces here that say my name out loud Like the rain in Seattle and the hills in Eugene I′ll find all the things that I heard call to me Snowy pines, all the things I know will come in time Saving face long enough so I can leave this place Like the rain in Seattle and the hills in Eugene I'll find all the things that I heard call to me