All dressed up and no-where to go, waiting on my own.
Standing for hours on this same street corner, feeling very much alone.
And there's no-one here who understands the reasons for my tears.
So many times you know, I find myself asking,...
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?

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Jiving with your fancy friends who cruise in fancy cars,
Drinking cocktails, buy you mink and smoking big cigars.
Your laughing eyes are full of them as long as they can pay;
Forgetting every thing you said or promised me today.
Your dreams made from wishes and your nightmares made from fears.
Asking forever, tell me, where?....
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?
Tell me, where do I go from here?

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I bought the tickets, made the reservations; it somehow seems absurd.
I watched the show in silent desperation, understanding not one word.
And there's no-one shares my drink with me, as I stand here, propping up the bar;
Remembering how we used to be, tell me,..
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

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Living in your crazy pad your daddy put you in;
Lying through you teeth about the places you have been.
You take what you are offered just as long as it is free,
But no-one gave you leave to take so much from me!
I'm standing in ashes, free as the air;
No-one to hold me, tell me, where?
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?
Tell me, where do I go from here?

PB 1982