Another Suitcase In Another Hall (from 'Evita') sing and play along

I don't expect my love affairs to last for long;

that never fool myself that my dreams will come true.

but 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?