When I ask who I am
I ask it just of you.
And you look at my puzzled

say, "what am I to do?"

If I don't know the one thing

I need to give you help
The simple unheard knowing
Of who I am myself


I won't ask again
It would not be good

To know what only
Those who've learned it would


And then I ask you where
I'll go when eyes are shut
For one night or one moment

or ever ever but

How can you let me in

on secrets secrets or
give me the smallest clue
as to what living is for


I won't ask again
It would not be good

To know what only
Those who've learned it would


No I won't raise the thought
cause quietly I'll go
where you go right with me

and quietly we maybe will just know