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
