Imagine, the girls around town assemble
The traveler’s son they come askin’
Where he came from
‘Cause they’ve watched him
Washing his face near the pond
A curious boy and they wonder
Where he came from
He says: “I, I have seen the world’s most beautiful places,
Still I feel, as If I’m a walking machine,
Watching it all through a screen
There is nothing in between to me
This might as well not be real”
Imagine, the girls take him up on a hill
It’s an Indigo night, there’s a chill
The boy is confused but he’s still
As they gather around him
So many of them, they all sing
About the pleasures of life
And he cries: "Why can’t I sing along with some feeling, or some meaning?
It feels like I’ve always been blind.
I don’t know why you girls are so kind,
For there are so many in line
Whose lives aren’t as lost as mine”
