I woke up in Portland, it's fucking raining outside I'm getting kicked down a lot less than Seattle The people downtown are either weird or depressed From their glasses, to the way that they dress I though that maybe the girls would be kinda cute They talk like babies and they don't look like Californians do But ladies, I'm just a vagrant like you waiting to die 9 to 5 And we smoked one too many cigarettes on 5th avenue and We made just enough to go to town on the value menu and This city's filled with cigarettes and grief and a whole lot of people And a whole lot of people and I get the feeling she's not too different from me I'm just as weird as Portland and I'm just as fucking crazy