Where am I going?
Makes no difference to me...
Where am I going?
It don't matter to me...
Yellow leaves fall all around me
In wonderful decay
Shed no tears for dry dead flowers
Let them fall where they may
They may...
They may...
They may...
Where am I going?
Makes no difference to me...
Where am I going?
It don't matter to me...
Like a circus ride, spinnin' around
I'm a careless boy
But now I feel all right
To let go and just hang around
She takes Cindy Sherman pictures
And she cuts herself
She says, I hear banjos when you're naked,
Then she laughs like hell
But I will let nothing disturb this peace...
And forever I'll drift
Like a comet through the black
In the constellation of moles
That are spiraled on her back
Where am I going...?
Where am I going?
Makes no difference to me...
Where am I going?
It don't matter to me...
Where am I going?
Makes no difference to me...
I will let nothing disturb this peace...