I am only me and I can only see
As much as anyone beside me;
And what I know as truth I have without a proof;
It’s just the things I find inside me.
So don’t call me wonderful, don’t call me wise;
Don’t say I’m a mystic maze—
Open up your eyes—don’t be surprised.
And if you come to be more than a friend to me,
You’ll see the dark as well as sunshine;
For what I share with you is what has seen me through
Days of pain and doubt and sorrow.
And then if you call me wonderful, then if you can call me wise,
You’ll know it’s yourself you see in me
Reflected in my eyes—
Then if you can call me wonderful, then if you call me wise,
You’ll know it’s just yourself you see in me
Reflected in my eyes—and there’ll be no surprise, no surprise.