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." -Fleet Foxes