Yes, 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 much rather be

a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me. But I don't know,

I don't know what that will be. I'll get back to you someday, soon you will see.

Well, what's my name? What's my station? Well, 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.

Both 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 be.

I'll get back to you someday, soon you will see.

Yeah, 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. Yes, I'm tongue -tied and dizzy and I can't keep

it to myself. What good is it to sing these helplessness blues? Why should I wait for

somebody else? And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf. I'll come back to you someday, soon.

You must believe.

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.

Oh!

Someday I'll be like the man on the screen.