Where Am I Going

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 may is clear? When you've lost your way Year after year Do I get caught in love For just the heck of it? Staggering through the thin and thick of it Hating each old and tired trick of it Know what I am? I'm hurt and sick of it Where am I going? Why do I care? Run to the Bronx or Washington Square No matter where I run and leave myself there Looking inside me What do I see? Run there and cope and bout What am I all about? Where am I going? Where am I going? Where am I going? You tell me You tell me You tell me.