Millport (米尔波特) - Greg Graffin

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 its indian name

The outcrop stone makes a prominent stand

And shelters the forest below

Then 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 or prospecting and roamin'

And 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 have closed and the water wheel's dry

But some still call it home

The oldtimers strive to remember the days

Before them rigs shook the road

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 or prospecting and roamin'

And 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 or prospecting and roamin'

And reminder from old you can always go back home

Like the hands of a clock that is broken

When you're tired or prospecting and roamin'

And reminder from old you can always go back home