What should I call this happy madness that I feel inside of meSome kind of wild October gladness that I never thought I'd seeWhat has become of all my sadness all my endless lonely sighsWhere are my sorrows now What happened to the frown and is that self contented clownStanding grinning in the mirror really meI'd like to run through Central Park carve your initials in the barkof every tree I pas..