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