it's a 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 pleasure of life
now something happened there
the smell of the grass, or maybe the air
there was no more despair
just something about that night
maybe the girls, they lit some light
and made everything right 'cause he's never been more alive
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"