There's so many people

Going to the races

They paint on their faces

And smile

They watch the days fly by

And don't even ask why

Meanwhile

The world that surrounds them

Looks whithered and half dead

And even your own head's been there

You feel the depression

And join the procession

Nowhere 

As you march in the madness

You crawl with the sadness

That you might not leave the parade

While the drummers are pounding

You hear this astounding voice say:

   "Don't fear

    Come here

    Don't cry

    Stand by

    There's safety in numbers

    And numbers don't lie

    Don't lie" 



As the troops keep progressing

You notice you've fallen behind

And you're calling in fear

But they're just too caught up

In the way they've been brought up to here

You halt for a minute

And consider this strange voice

Could this be your choice to lead? 



You hold the depression

And watch the procession procede 



As the stranger gets nearer

His image gets clearer

He calls out and you hear him say

"You've issued a May Day

And May will be home for the day

So

   Don't fear

    Come here

    Don't cry

    Stand by

    There's safety in numbers

    And numbers don't lie

    Don't lie" 



To yourself when yourself is

Telling you that you're all

That you have so just listen to

You 



So exit the madness

And enter the gladness

And you will become quite aware

You can end the depression

And join the procession somewhere

And

   "Don't fear

    Come here

    Don't cry

    Stand by

    There's safety in numbers

    And numbers don't lie

    Don't lie"