(cy coleman / dorothy fields)
Where am i going?
And what will i find?
What's in this grab-bag
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 through
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 where it's foul
Or run where it's fair
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
When you've lost your way
Year after year
Do i keep falling in love
For just the kick of it?
Staggering through
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?
Where am i going?
Where?
Tell me where?
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