The windows on the bus go pit-pit-a-patter
I sit in back and watch the raindrops
Bead into formless patterns
Like the leaves in autumn
Oh, like it even matters!
Somewhere there's a mountain in the sun
Behind the clouds. In summer, it can
Make the world seem much more young
Like I thought it would be here
But I know I'm done
Olympia! What a young and beautiful city!
Frozen lovers kiss each other on the pier
And I knew I was lost
But I thought that I could find myself
In Olympia
My mother's cursive is flawless in her last letter
"If it's so bad, why don't you come back home?
Maybe here is better?"
But it's not my home
And I'm trying to remember
I turn to face the window and make no sound
I have the strongest feeling and I want to write it down
But my pen stands still
And the wheels on the bus go 'round
Olympia! What a young and beautiful city!
But I'm too old to listen to the radio
And I knew I was lost
But I thought that I could find myself
In Olympia