All around me are familiar facesWorn out places, worn out facesBright and early for the daily racesGoing nowhere going nowhereThe tears are filling up their glassesNo expression, no expressionHide my head I want to drown my sorrowNo tomorrow, no tomorrowAnd I find it kind of funnyI find it kind of sadThe dreams in which I’m dyingAre the best I’ve ever hadI find it hard to tell youI find hard to takeWhen people run in circlesIt’s a very veryMad worldMad world Tears for Fears 1982 -- Mad WorldOn the train racing [...]