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 every thing 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 '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 in the dawn If I had an orchard I'd work 'til I'm sore If I had an orchard I'd work 'til I'm sore Someday I'll be Like the man on the screen