All around me are familiar faces
Worn out spaces, worn out faces
Going nowhere with their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And I find it kind of funny
I find it... (That is then, and this is now!)
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out spaces, worn out places
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World