Portland

You think I must be crazy
Must think that I am obsolete
There is nobody in this van
Who believes we're where we deserve to be
Idle hands and downcast eyes could be
No longer a burden to the family

There is a place I like to keep
As the vanguard of my dreams and dreaming
It is the best I have to give
Now does that sound crazy?
Not to me- my heart
In my heart, I've already left
Wish me luck my friends
All the best