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, Id say Id rather be A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me But I dont, I dont know what that will be Ill get back to you someday soon you will see Whats my name, whats my station, oh, just tell me what I should do I dont 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 dont, I dont know who to believe Ill get back to you someday soon you will see If I know only one thing, its that everything that I see Of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak Yeah Im tongue-tied and dizzy and I cant 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 Ill come back to you someday soon myself If I had an orchard, Id work till Im raw If I had an orchard, Id work till Im 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, Id work till Im sore If I had an orchard, Id work till Im sore Someday Ill be like the man on the screen youtu.be/6mR8Z-gmK1g
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 04:15:19 +0000
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