Helplessness Blues

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