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 something
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 dimly-lit 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
it's 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
will keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you someday
soon myself
If I had an orchard
I'd work 'til I'm raw
If I had an orchard
I'd work 'til 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 'til I'm sore
If I had an orchard
I'd work 'til I'm sore
Someday I'll be like
the man on the screen