All you people, in denial
I'd learn to run but it's not that simple
Friendly service, with a smile
But there's still no one to hand me a line
Said flowers for you people
It's like ashes to the blind
All you faces in a race
You've got your number, you've got your place
Keep pushing through thick and thin
Collect what you can before winter sets in
You can keep your ashes
What's keeping you blind?
Nothing at all
All you sees not what you wanted
All you sees not what you wanted at all
And we're heading for a time
Where what we've got are the things we find
And we're heading for a time
Believe that we're getting robbed
I'd learn to run
I'd learn to run but it's not that simple
I learned to run
State of things is so sad, sad, sad, sad, sad