Boy Rex Olympia
The grand return
Blown in with a summer rain
We take the exit off the 101
Pass the looming evergreens
The old parade of freaks and fools
Standing at the bus stops on their way to school
What was I expecting coming back?
A little pomp, some circumstance?
Olympia's a place where you go to stand still
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever will
It's the same dogged circle of big questions, little answers
A cadre of bad haircuts who want to matter
Who want to make change!
In a place that stays the same
I meet Steve at the coffee shop
I wave my hands
I don't say much
Sometimes my words fail me
Like when the doom's been creeping back in
And the rain doesn't help
It's been a while since I felt
Like I was someone else
A little out of control
And maybe that's what's got me in this foul, foul mood
The grand return!
I thought I had better vision
Or enough that I had learned to let go and feel strong again
They're old patterns that I'm falling in
Let go and feel strong again
They're old patterns that I'm falling in
Being here, it's the same as when I left
I feel the same as when I left
It's like I never left
The grand return!
What was I expecting?
What have I learned?