(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?