Where am I going? nMakes no difference to me...nWhere am I going? nIt don't matter to me...nnYellow leaves fall all around menIn wonderful decaynShed no tears for dry dead flowersnLet them fall where they maynThey may...nThey may...nThey may...nnWhere am I going? nMakes no difference to me...nWhere am I going?nIt don't matter to me...nnLike a circus ride, spinnin' aroundnI'm a careless boynBut now I feel all rightnTo let go and just hang aroundnnShe takes Cindy Sherman picturesnAnd she cuts herselfnShe says, I hear banjos when you're naked,nThen she laughs like hellnnBut I will let nothing disturb this peace...nnAnd forever I'll driftnLike a comet through the blacknIn the constellation of molesnThat are spiraled on her backnnWhere am I going...?nnWhere am I going? nMakes no difference to me...nWhere am I going? nIt don't matter to me...nWhere am I going? nMakes no difference to me...nnI will let nothing disturb this peace...n