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
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,