I can't write
Only play
And I can't think
Only say
They'll be no shutting these voices out
Their whisper builds to a deafening shout
Alone to face the space of soul
The spirit questions and as the roll
They say, "Who am I?
Who am I?"
Am I good man? Can I be trusted?
Or will your faith in me be exhausted?
And is there peace in the life I live?
Or, or are we victims of what we give?
And I say, "Who am I?
(Rest is restless) Who am I?
Who am I?
(Rest is restless) Who am I?"
Could you let me be
And then let me see?
The world's is moving too fast
That the present gets dissolved
Somewhere deep within the past
I cannot say with any truth
Just, just who I am or what I can prove
I'll waste my credit on a word
I will distance myself from the things I've heard
And I say, "Who am I?
(Rest is restless) Who am I?
Who am I?
(Rest is restless) Who am I?
Who am I?
(Rest is restless) Who I am, who I am
Who am I?
Got to know who I am, who I am (Rest is restless)
Who am I? (My head is spinning)
Got to know who I am, just who I am (And my rest is restless)
Who am I? (My head is spinning)
Got to know who I am, just who I am (And my rest is restless)
Who am I? (My head is spinning)
And I gotta know who I am, man (And my rest is restless)
Who am I? (My head is spinning)
Who am I? (And my rest is restless)
Got to know who I am, who I am (My head is spinning)
Who I am is who I am... (And my rest is restless...)