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 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