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'