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