Portsmouth Lyrics

Let's take the long way around, turn right here.
Go down this hill we can leave the car at Cathedral Park Pier.
Her parents used to live right over there.
I think they moved; I have no idea where.

Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.

See the gray-blue house with the picket fence,
a half block up on the left off Portsmouth?
That was my tree when I was just a kid.
I buried toys in the yard; I'm sure they're still there.

Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.

Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
You're not there.
You're not there.

Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.

Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.

Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.