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