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