Broken Arm In Oregon

Well this season it reminds me

Of being down and out in Carolina

I drove back to California and I took my time

Had a friend who rode beside me

And when we made camp he would sing for me

It seems like such an inconsequential thing

Is it any wonder

It gets hard for me

A lot gets lost on me

I keep lookin

I took a tumble on a mountain

And it rattled up a few things

But I was singin again by the time I made it down

Now I fight the urge to ramble

With every three-egg breakfast scramble

And I marvel at hot water as it leaves the tap

Is it any wonder

It gets hard for me

A lot gets lost on me

I keep lookin'

Heard a woman go on record

Sayin' there's one night that wrecked her

When a young man closed his hand across her mouth

Now every room she sleeps in

She's gotta map out her escape plan

Imagine all those hours devoted to bigger things

Is it any wonder

It gets hard for me

A lot gets lost on me