Portland

Shared a cigarette for breakfast Shared an airplane ride for lunch Sitting in between a ghost And a walking bowl of punch Can you play a little hunch? Predicting a delay on landing Well I predict we'll have a drink Lost my money on the first hand Got burned on a big fat king And your ears just wanna ring And your eyes just wanna close Nothing changin' I suppose It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh no It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh no We'll wait away the raindrops Look out boy, you'll catch cold (note: the next lyrics sound more like this:) Serving boy can chain nothing (Serving boy get you nothin) That ain't anchored to his throne (that ain't first in his throne) But at least he's going home Sitting like a backwoods junkie Caught down in a southern trust Look at the funny monkey Putting silver in his cup And your silver turns to rust And your secondhand clothes Trust no one I suppose It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh no It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh no Shared a cigarette for breakfast Shared a pack of lies for lunch Credit card almighty Bringing in the next little bunch And you owe me on a hunch And your eyes just wanna close There's nothing changin' I suppose It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh no It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh no