Greg Graffin - Millport

I ^Dknow of this place if you ^Amstay for a while You ^Cnever quite feel the ^Gsame There's ^Dsomething about the fresh^Amwater and pine Re^Cvealed by its Indian ^Gname The ^Doutcrop stone makes a ^Amprominent stand And ^Cshelters the forest be^Glow Them ^Dnorth winds whisper a ^Amhowling refrain So ^Cfollow them where they ^Ggo

Where time is ^Dfrozen like the ^Chands of a ^Gclock that is ^Dbroken When you're ^Ctired of pros^Gpecting and ^Droamin' A ^Creminder from ^Gold, you can ^Calways ^Ggo back ^Dhome

^DMillport remains as a ^Amwitness to change But ^Csomehow shows none of its ^Gown The ^Dold shops are closed and the ^Amwater wheel's dry But ^Csome still call it ^Ghome The ^Doldtimers strive to re^Ammember the days Be^Cfore them rigs shook the ^Groad And ^Dfarther back are old ^Ampatriot graves Be^Clied by those crooked ^Gstones

Where time is ^Dfrozen like the ^Chands of a ^Gclock that is ^Dbroken When you're ^Ctired of pros^Gpecting and ^Droamin' A ^Creminder from ^Gold, you can ^Calways ^Ggo back ^Dhome

^DWaters rise like the ^Amcares of the world but ^Cthat old mill re^Gmains Im^Dploring you to re^Ammember if you ^Cpass this way a^Ggain

Where time is ^Dfrozen like the ^Chands of a ^Gclock that is ^Dbroken When you're ^Ctired of pros^Gpecting and ^Droamin' A ^Creminder from ^Gold, you can ^Calways ^Ggo back ^Dhome Like the ^Chands of a ^Gclock that is ^Dbroken When you're ^Ctired of pros^Gpecting and ^Droamin' A re^Cminder from ^Gold, you can ^Calways ^Ggo back ^Dhome