Who do You Think I Am

i am not on top of a mountain and

i am not under the ground

i am not spilling over the edges and

i am not easily found

i am not in a shelter from the winter

when your head is buried in the sand

why do the secret sellers explain things

things i already understand

and who do you think i am

yes you who do you say i am

once when i was flying past the steeple

the bells were ringing in my ears

and i was counting the broken-hearted people

and i was following their tears

i am not sinking in the sadness

i am not throwing bitter stones

i do not worry who will mind me

i am not dancing alone

but you who do you think i am

yes you who do you say i am

is it winter where you are

try to find me if you can

when it's over it's never over

and when it's empty it's never gone

i am in silence gone from danger

far away is the forgotten one

i am headed from that distant lighthouse

i am twisting towards the sun

i wrap around me all your goodness

if i go that way am i the only one

but you who do you think i am

yes you who do you say i am