Where am I going?
Where am I going?
and what will I find?
What's in this grabbag
that I call my mind?
What am I doing?
Alone on the shelf
Ain't it a shame?
But no-one's to blame
But myself
Which way is clear?
When you've lost your way
Year after year
Do I keep falling in love
For just the kick of it?
Staggering though the thin and thick of it
Hating each old and tired trick of it
Know what I am?
I'm good and sick of it
Where am I going?
Why do I care?
Run to the Bronx
or Washington Square
No matter where I run
I meet myself there
Looking inside me
What do I see?
Anger and hope and doubt
What am I all about?
And where am I going?
You tell me
Looking inside me
What do I see?
Anger and hope and doubt
What am I all about?
And where am I going?
You tell me
