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, you 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.