Olympia

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