here i stand in portland, cigarette in my hand
cant tell you who i am, just know that i gotta take a stand
in the city of bridges, rivers run so high
in the city of roses, no one here caught my eye
wrong shoes are on my feet
got no good place to sleep
seems to me that in this town
everyone here can get around
read the portland tribune, cant seem to get it through
see willamette weekly, god it only hurts me
in time to miss you, still the sand falls thru
in a back dark alley, hand is in the doorway
old man is missing, old man is found
water doesn’t seem to be, a problem in this town
if I’m droppin in and out, know ill be around
I’m sick as a dog but, at least i’m not a clown
I scan the headlines, going by like deadlines
keeping me in the times, allowing me to complete the lines
if i go crazy, please don’t be lazy
for me you might just, update the pages
read the portland tribune, cant seem to get it through
see willamette weekly, god it only hurts me
in time to miss you, still the sand falls thru
in a back dark alley, hand is in the doorway
read the portland tribune, cant seem to get it through
see willamette weekly, god it only hurts me
in time to miss you, still the sand falls thru
in a back dark alley, hand is in the doorway