Jag börjar känna mig som mig själv igen.
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
Sincerely Yours,
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
Sincerely Yours,
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