Mary Black - Big Trip To Portland

The day won't open it's eyes
The heavens above must be sick
I'm stood at the windows since five
All decked out for the trip

Hey Hey I'm dying to meet with you
Hey Hey I'm living to speak with you
Hey Hey I'm waiting to meet you baby
Hey Hey Hey

Chorus

Big trip to Portland
No more cooling my heels
Big trip to Portland
My soul shall be healed

The master's out of my reach