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
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.
Fleet Foxes, Helplessness Blues
