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"