(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?