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.