Where Am I Going - Dionne Warwick

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 a 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?

Where am I going?

Where am I going?

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 am I going?