Portugal. The Man 60 Years
The boy looks high he looks higher than the sky you can
see it in his eyes just watch how he tries the city
never lets you grow so he never tries the city never
lets you go so you never try his path was on the parks
running kink to pittman the city was a shotgun ending
in sunshine but the sunshine never ends so we never try
well we dug a hole and filled it up with other holes in
these other holes we found a hole and and hid away our
hungry men if it takes us sixty years the boy looks
high he looks higher than the sky you can see it in his
eyes just watch how he cries the path was on a straight
line church street to houston houston to the butte
coming straight back to houston well we dug a hole and
filled it up with other holes in these other holes we
found a hole and buried all our hungry men if it takes
us sixty years I'll dig a hole and find that fire if it
takes us sixty years I'll dig another hole when we
found that hole we found there were some other holes
and we climbed inside then we climbed back out we left
alone those hungry men if it takes us sixty years I'll
dig a hole and find that fire if it takes us sixty
years I'll dig another hole he got it in his head he'd
make more money than the straight man the straight man
the boy looks high he looks higher than the sky if it
takes us sixty years the city never lets him grow so he
never tries if it takes us sixty years filled up with
other holes in these other holes if it takes me sixty
years we hid away these hungry men the boy looks high
if it takes me if it takes us sixty years I'll dig a
hole and find that fire if it takes us sixty years I'll
dig another hole he got it in his head he'd make more
money than the straight man