What are the Lyrics to Mary Lee Kortes song Portland Michigan?

Answer 1

Born in a small midwestern town. Our roots went deep into the ground. Innocence and fear like cousin's bound. Growing wild with the weeds under the corn stalks. Right on the day I turned 13, my mother died, my dad turned mean. I cut off the bottoms of my jeans, started a long, dark walk. Throughout 2 river town my 2 best friends, they'd run away, come back again. bringing me vision, stength and sense. Told me I didn't have to talk. look homeward angel all your life, you can't go home again that's right. A million miles away tonight, but it feels like portland Michigan. Summer days, sweet and long. We'd skip around and sing pop songs. o monday monday where have you gone, can you take me there with you? The winters came with silent sound. On lips and fields, a big white crown. but the facade would soon melt down and leave us naked, scared and true. my brother broke the local laws, a local rebel local cause.his scars went deeper than we saw, so we never knew what to say. so we never knew what to say. my sis swep the carpets clean, but underneath her whole world went unseen, she buried her visions in her dreams, but they'd come back for her one day . look homeward angel all your life, you can't go home again that's right. A million miles away tonight, but it feels like portland michigan. it feels like portland michigan. our graduation day was bright, 91 caps and gowns we lost some on the way alright. we took a moment to recall. like fireworks must pull apart, i landed somewhere in NY with 8 mil ppl i met before yea i know em 1 and all. im futurebound the futures bright. but in the darkness and the light, the past walks with me side by side. and it feels like portland michigan. it feels like portland michigan. and if i could have one wish again, i'd take one more chance at portland michigan. its been so long since i left there, you won't hear my name there anywhere, but in that cemetary i got my share. but do you ever really leave at all? the days of promise have gone black, and ive sifted fiction from the fact, still i wish i could go back. start that long dark walk, back to a small midwestern town, where roots go deep into the ground. Innocence and fear like cousins bound. Won't you meet me at midnight in the corn stalks? meet me at the cornstalks.