I-

ma-

gine,

the

girls

a-

round

town

a-

ssem-

ble

The

tra-

ve-

ler's

son

they

come

as-

king

Where

he

came

from

Cause

they've

watched

him

Wa-

shing

his

face

near

the

pond

A

cu-

ri-

ous

boy

and

they

won-

der

Where

he

came

from

He

says:

"I,

I

have

seen

the

world's

most

beau-

ti-

ful

pla-

ces,

Still

I

feel,

as

If

I'm

a

wal-

king

ma-

chine,

Wat-

ching

it

all

through

a

screen

There

is

no-

thing

in

be-

tween

to

me

This

might

as

well

not

be

real"

I-

ma-

gine,

the

girls

take

him

up

on

a

hill

It's

an

In-

di-

go

night,

there's

a

chill

The

boy

is

con-

fused

but

he's

still

As

they

ga-

ther

a-

round

him

So

ma-

ny

of

them,

they

all

sing

About

the plea-

sures

of

life

And

he

cries:

"Why

can't

I

sing

a-

long

with

some

fee-

ling,

or

some

mea-

ning?

It

feels

like

I've

al-

ways

been

blind.

I

don't

know

why

you

girls

are

so

kind,

For

there

are

so

ma-

ny

in

line

Whose

lives

a-

ren't

as

lost

as

mine"

Now

some-

thing

hap-

pened

there,

The

smell

of

the

grass,

or

maybe

the

air

There

was

no

more

des-

pair

Just

some-

thing

a-

bout

that

night

May-

be

the

girls,

they

lit

some

light,

And

made

e-

very-

thing

right

Cause

he's

ne-

ver

been

More

a-

live