Hey now, where are you going
 Where are you going to my friend
 Said I'm going out to find
 The pastures of plenty
 I believe that they're out there somewhere

 Did you hear about the girl
 Alone in the world
 Thought she was losing her mind
 She found it in the discarded refuse pile
 Down near the railroad line
 A book of sonnets torn and tattered
 A few remained intact
 One held the key, she said to me
 To getting some feeling back

 Sometimes my head turns round and round
 Sometimes you talk, but I can't hear a sound
 Sometimes I look down, find my feet off the ground
 I feel that I'm somewhere else bound

 Hey now, where are you going
 Where are you going to my friend
 Said I'm going out to find
 The pastures of plenty
 I believe that they're out there somewhere

 She looked down the railroad track
 Lined with trees on each side
 She prayed for the strength to run to the boxcar
 To pull herself up for a ride
 You invite me to your house - you're so sincere
 We sit so close for a while
 You reach out for me in the low light so clear
 But you look like you're frowning when you smile

 Hanging around just to see what could happen
 Hanging on by oh, the thinnest thread
 Sometimes I feel the faintest glimpse
 Sometimes I feel I'd be better off in bed

 Hey now, where are you going
 Where are you going to my friend
 Said I'm going out to find
 The pastures of plenty
 I believe that they're out there somewhere