What Time Is It In Portland?

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 revolving-door town

And the kids coming up, they wear nicer shoes
Than 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 getting to know these buildings
And just hang around on the streets
Getting to know the feeling
Of being obsolete

And the city is a grand old elm
But it's gonna grow new leaves
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 to do
But only fools fight when they know they're gonna lose

So what time is it in Portland?
You know I like keeping up with you
And are you waking to the Willamette?
Or saying 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 comeback

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