worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races,
going nowhere, going nowhere
And the tears are filling up their glasses,
no expression, no expression
I'm ahead, I want to drive my sorrow
And I find it kind of funny,
The dreams of which I'm dying
cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles,
Children waiting for the day
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Sit and listen, sit and listen
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
And I find it kind of funny,
The dreams in which I'm dying
cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles