Helplessness Blues

I was raised up believin'

I was somehow unique

like a snowflake, distinct among snowflakes

unique in each way you can see.

And now after some thinkin'

I'd say I'd rather be

a functioning cog in some great machinery

servin' 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 I see

of the world outside is so inconceivable

that 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 keep me on the shelf

I'll come back to you someday,

soon, myself.

If I had an orchard,

I'd work til I'm raw.

If I had an orchard,

I'd work til I'm sore.

And you would wait tables and soon run the store

Gold hair in the sunlight, my light into 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 oh ohhhhhh.

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