Maybe I should go out in with friends
Maybe I should go away and not come back again
Maybe cling to the past
Maybe I should try to make this moment last
Maybe I should go dance
Maybe I should buy some black leather pants
Maybe I’m just a creep
Maybe I should try to get some sleep

And the world turns
Everything goes round
And the prostitutes
Try to pull you down

I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I am anymore
Don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I am anymore

Maybe I should get into politics
Maybe I should get into smuggling or porn flicks
Maybe make a list what I love and hate
Maybe start wearing a suit just like Tom Waits
Maybe I should get a house some place
With a dog and a girl, an address
Call it home base
Maybe I need a sedative
Maybe I need a self help book called, “How to Live”

And the world turns
Everything goes round
And the prostitutes
Swing around and round

I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I am anymore
Don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I am anymore

And the mirror shoots out faces
You don’t recognize
And you want to pass it off
Onto your near-sighted eyes

Maybe I should go to the moon
Maybe I should settle for milk and a spoon
Maybe make a list of my choices
Maybe I should walk ‘til I hear angel’s voices
Maybe I should go back to you know who
Maybe I should teach in a private school
Maybe I should cut all my hair off
Maybe I should go to a doctor for this cough

And you find yourself
Fully upside down
And the prostitutes
Spin round and round

I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I am anymore
Don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I am anymore

And the factory
keeps you up till dawn
and there ain’t no gray
You’re either off or on

I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I am anymore

(lyrics: Dan Bern)