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...