Lyrics Portugal. The Man

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