I am not quite sure of the place I'm in
My eyes are tired, and my heart; confused
As if walking through an uncertain road
And when I try to run, nothing seems to unfold

And as I gathered up my tears
For the hundredth time tonight
Alone with my thoughts
Looking at the orange street light

I ask myself again,
Where am I?

Where am I?
not in place,
not in time
But where am I in life?