I don't wanna go out I guess I'm just feeling down I've seen five generations of friends come and go Through this revolvin' door town And the kids comin' up They wear nicer shoes Then the ones we used to wear And I know it's rude, but when I'm introduced I find it truly hard to care So I've been gettin' to know these buildings I just hang around on the streets Gettin' to know the feelin' Of being obsolete And the city is A grand old elm But it's gonna grow new leaves And it's a long way down to the ground for such a Short time on the tree And I act like I don't know what I could do But only fools fight When they know they're gonna lose ♪ So what time is it in Portland? You know I like keepin' up with you And are you wake into the Willamette? Or, sayin' goodnight to the moon? And don't count me out just yet I've got just enough sap left To put myself on a plane and Make some kinda big come back And I act like I don't understand, when I do I do Sometimes you just gotta see If I would put up a fight for you Sometimes you just gotta see If I would put up a fight for you Sometimes you just gotta see If I would put up a fight for you