I was raised up believing
I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes
Unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking
I'd say I'd rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Serving some thing beyond me
But I don't I don't know what that will be
I'll get back to you someday
Soon you will see
What's my name, what's my station
Oh just tell me what I should do
I don't need to be kind to the armies of night
That would do such injustice to you.
Or bow down and be grateful
And say "sure take all that you see"
To the men who move only in depleted halls
And determine my future for me.
And I don't I don't know who to believe
I'll get back to you someday
Soon you will see.
If I know only one thing
Is that everything that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable
Often I barely can speak
Yeah I'm tongue tied and dizzy
And I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing helplessness blues?
Why should I wait for anyone else?
And I know I know you'll keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you someday
Soon myself.
If I had an orchard
I'd work 'till I'm raw
If I had an orchard
I'd work 'till I'm sore
And you would wait tables
And soon run the store
Gold hair in the sunlight
My light in the dawn
If I had an orchard
I'd work till I'm sore
If I had an orchard, I'd work 'till I'm sore
Someday I'll be
Like the man on the screen
