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