All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere. The tears are filing up their glasses, no expression, no expression. Hide my head I want to drown my sorrows, no tomorrow, no tomorrow. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take, but when you think about it it's a really really…Mad World :P