I don’t know where I’ve been I don’t know where I’m going And all that I am doing Is doing what He’s showing To some it surely seems His mighty wind is blowing And though you feel the chill The cold is only growing It’s numbing for your face You’re reaping what you’re sowing We see the difference ‘Tween doing and of knowing He wants to ask you why Such large loads you are towing But His biggest question is, “Hey mister, where you going?”