I'm so afraid
of all the places I'm going,
in love with places I've been.
So come and let me tell you the tragic story,
how it began.
With those long pretty fingers,
running up and down my heart.
The fingers that have captured me
and held me so near since the
day I was born,
they're the very same fingers
that goes to pushing inside.
Push a button and elevator
starts this lonesome ride,
and then as high above the ground
I'm going round,
I'm going all alone,
I'm blowing on and on
to spin the diaper pin,
pinning up the mood that I'm in,
up in that hull.
Oh, black, tragic, all the blues,
how I wish I could lose all
of the memories of yesterday.
I know all those days
have gone away now,
but they keep calling me back somehow.
There is nothing quite so soothing
As all of the pleasures found
in losing my self in the memory
Just like the time when my baby said to me
My darling,
you must be the one made for me
Why, yes, as plain as can be,
I know by your feeling s
Yours and mine agree
We have been so long
without each other there
In the gloom doomed to destiny
Take me in your arms forever
Hold me tight, kiss me so soft and light
Yes, it's alright, just flame the night
Shine on, oh moon,
and make the future bright
Oh yes, it was a beautiful beginning
But ooh, it's so sad, too bad
These things must have an ending
The devil, in words like
we two won't do
I'm through with you
Came around and brought a change
And left me in a world
so different and strange
World so new, world so lonely and blue
I really don't know what to do
So afraid of where I'm going,
wish I'd been
I'd hate to feel just like
the baby being stuck again
The same old pain in the end
I think I'd rather be alone,
alone with sweet saxophone
To blow and blow and blow
away in memory
I know I'll never be free, I know
But what difference can there really be
If we just wait until we've made a few
more trips around the sun,
perhaps I'll know
much more about it then.
Until then, I'm so afraid
of where I'm going,
and so in love with where I've been.