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, 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 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! 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!