Millport Songtext
von Greg Graffin

I know of this place, if you stay for a while
You′ll never quite feel the same
There's something about the fresh water and pine
Revealed by its Indian name

The outcrop stone makes a prominent stand
And shelters the forest below
Them 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 its 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 (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Before them rigs shook the road (ooh)
And farther back are old 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