Besedila: Chita Rivera. And Now I Swing. 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 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
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
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?
Tell me why do I care?

No matter where I run
I meet myself there

Looking inside me, what do I see?
Anger, hope and doubt
What am I all about?
And where am I going?
Where am I going?