Like the dirt on the ground

(sorry i couldnt think of a good title)

You cant see what I\'m doing
within my very own mind,
You can\'t see what I\'m doing in my sould and behind,
You dont know who i am
except a grin and a stare,
You dont know who i am
I am here and you are there,

If you were the wind and i were a kite
We wouldnt fit together the way you thought we might,
You\'d rush me around
Like the dirt on the ground,
and that would be the ending call
There my strings would surely fall