Hey Now, where are you going
   Where are you going to my friend
   Said I'm going out to find
   The pastures of plenty
   I believe they're out there somewhere
  
   Did you hear about the girl
   Alone in the world
   Thought she was losing her mind
   She found it in the discarded refuse pile
   Down near the railroad line
   A book of sonnets torn and tattered
   A few remained intact
   One held the key, she said to me
   To getting some feeling back
  
   Sometimes my head turns round and round
   Sometimes you talk but I can't hear a sound
   Sometimes I look down, find my feet off the ground
   I feel that I'm somewhere else bound
  
   Hey Now, where are you going
   Where are you going to my friend
   Said I'm going out to find
   The pastures of plenty
   I believe they're out there somewhere
  
   She looked down the railroad trackLined with trees on each side
   She prayed for the strength to run to the boxcar
   To pull herself up for the ride
  
   You invite me to your house - you're so sincere
   We sit so close for a while
   You reach out for me in the low light so clear
   But you look like you're frowning when you smile
  
   Hanging around just to see what could happen
   Hanging on by oh, the thinnest thread
   Sometimes I see the faintest glimpse
   Sometimes I feel I'd be better off in bed
  
   Hey Now, where are you going
   Where are you going to my friend
   Said I'm going out to find
   The pastures of plenty
   I believe they're out there somewhere