All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races no where, going no where Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I wanna my sorrow tomorrow, no tomorrow.
Chorus: And I find I kind of funny I find it kind of sad The in which I’m dying are the best I’ve had. I find it to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles it’s a very very mad world mad world
Children for the day thay feel good Happy birthday, happy birthday And I feel the way that child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson Look right through me, right through me