Great Expectations

'Scuse me, Mr. Dickens, I've got something on my mind

I've tried but I can't seem to let it go

Lately, I've been thinking about that little orphan boy

Whose parents died and left him all alone

Then an outlaw came one fateful day

While standing at his parent's grave

And offered him another way to climb

And I wonder

Is that orphan story mine?

All these great expectations

Meet these grave revelations

Am I the one in control?

Is it all predetermined?

Am I playing a role?

Part of a story foretold?

Darrel was on his way up in the world

Everyone knew he'd go far

Life came along, it had different plans

How quickly a dream falls apart

Johnny has no kind of chance in this world

Not from where he's had to start

Who knows how far in this life he could go

If he played a different part

I look around at all of my friends

And still I feel alone

I would follow them to battle

But their story's not my own

They say there's strength in numbers

But they never think it out

About a path that leads you out

Beyond these city walls

I've got great expectations

Great expectations

Great expectations

Great expectations

Torn between what is and what could be

It's hard to write the story

When the story's writing me

When this great expectation

Meets this grave revelation

Maybe this cover's not yours

When your book's full of creases

And you see that the Grease is

Telling a story

But you've read that one before

So you fight just to show them

That you're not all the same

That under the cover

There's more