Imagine, the girls around town a**emble 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” Now something happened there, The smell of the gra**, 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