Helplessness Blues (Solstice Version)

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique

Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes

Unique in each way you'd conceive

But 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

But 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 I could wait tables while you ran 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