60 Years - Portugal. The Man

Boy looks high

He looks higher than the sky

You can see it in his eyes

Watch as he tries

The city never lets him go so he never tries

The city never lets you go so you never try

It’s bigger than a breadbox

Texas California,

His path was on the parks

Running Knik to Pittman

The city was a shotgun ending in sunshine

Sunshine never ends so he never tries

Well we dug a hole

Filled it up with other holes

(Filled it up with other holes)

We found a home

Hid away our hungry men

If it takes us sixty years I’ll go

The boy looks high

He looks higher than the sky

You can see it in his eyes

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

Filled it up with other holes

With these other holes

We dug a hole

And buried all those hungry men

(all the hungry men)

If it takes us sixty years

(If it takes us sixty years)

If it takes us sixty years I’ll dig a hole and find a fire

If it takes us sixty years I’ll dig another hole

Well we found a hole

We found it with some other holes

And we climbed inside

We climbed back out

We left em by the hungry men

All the hungry men

If it takes us sixty years

I’ll dig a hole and find a 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

He got it in his head he’d make

More money than the straight man, the straight man

He got it in his head he’d make

More money than the straight man, the straight man

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 go so he never tries

The city never lets him go so he never tries

If it takes us sixty years I’ll

Dig a hole and I’ll find the fire

If it takes us sixty years I’ll

Hid away the hungry men

If it takes us sixty years I’ll

Dig a hole and we’ll find the 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

He got it in his head he’d make

More money than the straight man, the straight man

He got it in his head he’d make

More money than the straight man, the straight man

He got it in his head he’d make

More money than the straight man, the straight man