Greg Graffin - Millport lyrics

I know of this place if you stay for a while
You never quite feel the same
There's something about the fresh
Water and pine revealed by it's Indian name
The outcrop stone makes a prominent stand
And shelters the forest below
The north winds whisper a howling refrain
So follow them where they go

Where time is frozen like the hands
Of a clock that is broken
When you're tired of prospecting and roaming
A reminder from old
You can always go back home

Millport remains as a witness to change
But somehow shows none of it's own
The old shops are closed and
The water wheel's dry
But some still call it home
The old timers strive to remember the days


Before them rigs shook the road
And farther back grow patriot graves
Belied by those crooked stones

Where time is frozen like the hands
Of a clock that is broken
When you're tired of prospecting and roaming
A reminder from old
You can always go back home

Yeah, waters rise like the cares of the world
But that old mill remains
Imploring you to remember if you
Pass this way again

Where time is frozen like the hands
Of a clock that is broken
When you're tired of prospecting and roaming
A reminder from old
You can always go back home
Like the hands of a clock that is broken
When you're tired of prospecting and roaming
A reminder from old
You can always go back home