Testo Portlandia

Oh, the rollin' hills of Portland town
Where there's a rose garden on every corner
And it'll rain just long enough till you put your jacket on,
So you never know just where you might be goin'
Is it worth the grief to leave your home
'Cause your sick of the stares you're receiving
And you think you'd like to know what goes on outside your door
But you never know how much you'll miss your boarders The friends you made - sidewalks and the backstreets -
Things you've seen since you were born in your old neighborhood
You walk out in the dead of night when there's no one to talk to
And you don't know where you might be goin'
Well these streets have seen you all your days,
And at times they have come to expect you to come
Barrelin' down with every ounce you got
And they're the only ones who know where you might be goin'
Be it east or west - sidewalks or highways
You don't care where you're going as long as you're getting there
You sneak out in the dead of the night when there's no one to hold onto
And you don't care where you might be goin'