I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble, I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it - wouldn't you?
So what happens now?
So what happens now?
Where am I going to?
Where am I going to?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through
and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me - and they do
So what happens now?
So what happens now?
Where am I going to?
Where am I going to?
Call in three months' time and I'll be fine, I know
Well, maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of this
sad occasion
But that's no consolation here and now
So what happens now?
So what happens now?
Where am I going to?
Where am I going to?