All around me are familiar faces
worn out places ,worn out faces
bright and early for their daily races
going nowhere ,going nowhere
and their tears are filling up their glasses
no expession ,no expession
hide my head i want to drown my sorrow
no tomorrow ,no tomorrow
and i find it a kind of funny
i find kind of sad
the dream in which i am dying
are the best i have ever had
i find it hard to tell you
i find it hard to take
when people run in circles
it s very very
mad world mad world