| Song | Back to Oregon |
| Artist | Broadway Calls |
| Album | Broadway Calls |
| 作曲 : Broadway Calls | |
| I want to run 1,000 miles home. | |
| Break down all walls that block me from your bed. | |
| Capture your eyes, as | |
| I explore your thighs | |
| And try to explain what's going on inside my head. | |
| Girl I've run all across this land. | |
| I've seen waves crash on beaches and steal my breath. | |
| I've seen snow on the hilltops, | |
| Perfect and smooth as my hand navigating your chest. | |
| Oh I've seen | |
| California. | |
| All the mountains and deserts and streams. | |
| As the monuments crumble and erode away, | |
| I know you're back home waiting for me. | |
| And now I depend on my sense of adventure, | |
| To get through all the rough times, 'til we get back together. | |
| I want to run back to | |
| Oregon. Fall every tree that blocks me from my street. | |
| Up in the hills, watch the city lights, | |
| I won't be home 'til | |
| I have Portland under my feet. | |
| Girl I've run all across this land. | |
| I've seen waves crash on beaches and steal my breath. | |
| I've seen snow on the hilltops, | |
| Perfect and smooth as my hand navigating your chest. | |
| Oh I've seen | |
| California. | |
| All the basements and stages and scenes. | |
| I could laugh as it all falls into the sea, | |
| And know you're back home waiting for me. | |
| When I get home, | |
| I'm up for anything. |
| zuò qǔ : Broadway Calls | |
| I want to run 1, 000 miles home. | |
| Break down all walls that block me from your bed. | |
| Capture your eyes, as | |
| I explore your thighs | |
| And try to explain what' s going on inside my head. | |
| Girl I' ve run all across this land. | |
| I' ve seen waves crash on beaches and steal my breath. | |
| I' ve seen snow on the hilltops, | |
| Perfect and smooth as my hand navigating your chest. | |
| Oh I' ve seen | |
| California. | |
| All the mountains and deserts and streams. | |
| As the monuments crumble and erode away, | |
| I know you' re back home waiting for me. | |
| And now I depend on my sense of adventure, | |
| To get through all the rough times, ' til we get back together. | |
| I want to run back to | |
| Oregon. Fall every tree that blocks me from my street. | |
| Up in the hills, watch the city lights, | |
| I won' t be home ' til | |
| I have Portland under my feet. | |
| Girl I' ve run all across this land. | |
| I' ve seen waves crash on beaches and steal my breath. | |
| I' ve seen snow on the hilltops, | |
| Perfect and smooth as my hand navigating your chest. | |
| Oh I' ve seen | |
| California. | |
| All the basements and stages and scenes. | |
| I could laugh as it all falls into the sea, | |
| And know you' re back home waiting for me. | |
| When I get home, | |
| I' m up for anything. |