(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?
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