It s almost as if it was choreographed
The towel, the sushi, the way that you laughed
The things you said to woo me into bed
The market s my office and yours is the street
And I m wiping the juice stains off of my feet
And your words just don t seem too concrete to me
We stayed up all night making Jenga Inuksuks
Kissing slow and leafing through cookbooks
Opening the doors to see how the night looked
On the festival grounds and at my place and yours
Now I m catching buses, sleeping on floors
And coming to cherish household chores when I m home again
And you turned out to be a letdown
Big volcano, small town
Big volcano, small town
Well now I m on the bus and it keeps getting faster
And you think you re such a rasta
But you don t know Mount Zion from Mount Shasta
Oh please God, let me wake up in San Fran
Let us not derail, let us stick with the plan
I m going to California just cause I can
And you turned out to be a letdown
Big volcano, small town
Big volcano, small town
Well up in Mill Valley over Redwood brush
I see I don t matter much
The wind is my weakness and you are my crutch
Let these twisting trees be our knuckling fingers
Let these little birds be our favorite singers
Let these sparks of rage be our our firebringers
Some find love in Berkeley, I find it in lies
I m disappointed but I m not surprised
I ll be gone with the wind, you were Lord of the Flies
Today Ocean Beach and tomorrow Vancouver
My bank card s in Portland, my heart s in the sewer
But one thing s for sure I have never been truer
And you turned out to be a letdown
Big volcano, small town
Big volcano, small town
Big volcano, small town
Big volcano, small town
