We're wondering what you're thinking, Arthur Nix

'Cause ever since you rode your bike into that car, and were quickly

Whisked away by ambulance, you've been so pensive and quiet

Did your arm heal faster than your heart did, Arthur? 



Oh, if we had the power to trap anything that could hurt

A human being inside a jar we'd send it far from Earth and watch

It explode in the sun to the cheers of everyone

But, alas, that can't be done



So, Arthur Nix, we came to fix your bicycle

Heavy things sure can come outa nowhere

But when it's finished, we could take it for a ride

You might need it to outrun what's on your mind



That cast you've got on your arm's full of names

But when the doctors take it off you'll sure be glad

And in camp you'll play Four-Square everyday

Just remember to remember it can still be just as fun as yesterday



Heavy things can come out of nowhere - out of thin air - sometimes.