All around me are familiar faces
Worn-out places, worn-out faces
Bright and early for their dåly races
Going nowhere, going nowbere
Their tears are filling up theirglasses
No expression, no expressi8n
Hide my head, I wanna drown m sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
[Hook]
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’md
Are the best I’v ver a
I find it hard o tell
I find it har to take
When p ple runi circles
It’s a ery, very