you think you know most everything,
but I know you don't know me;
you don't feel the heart within,
it's the one you cannot see.

you think you walk on water,
but what it is, is sand;
and you don't know anything,
you don't know me as a man.

you can only guess what I'm about,
I think that you'd be wrong;
you only know the words I speak,
but you don't know my song.

you don't know the way I feel,
when you pass without a word;
when your nose in the air,
you cannot see or hear.

you think you know most everything,
and I don't know where to start;
to offer you my outstretched hand,
and give to you my heart.