I used to go down to the popsicle stand,
’til I found out it’d been blown
by a people from a foreign land.
I said, ”This is not my home.”
I used to go down to the coffee shop,
’til I watched the java burn.
It takes an hour to read the morning paper.
It takes a minute just to learn…
Who you are, is not a matter of finding yourself.
Who you are, is in who lives within you,
and who he is, is not a camera or a mirror.
Who he is, a forever friend.
I used to go to Tom S. Lubbock High,
and I stayed there ’til the end.
But I realized I was lonely
when I made my one-hundredth friend.
Who you are, is not a matter of finding yourself.
Who you are, is in who lives within you,
and who he is, is not a camera or a mirror.
Who he is, a forever friend.
What I was, was someone else.
Well, that don’t matter now.
Who he is, is in this book,
and he can show you…
Who you are, is not a matter of finding yourself.
Who you are, is in who lives within you,
and who he is, is not a camera or a mirror.
Who he is, a forever friend.
I used to go down to the church house,
but I never understood.
But he always understood me,
and he said that I am good.
I used to go down to the popsicle stand.
Rich Williams 