Original Broadway Cast, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Howard McGillin - A Man Could Go Quite Mad lyrics

Another trifling day
One more soul-stifling day of blinding pain:
Boredom grinds my brain down to the grain

A man could go quite mad
And not be all that bad
Consider each superb
Disturbing urge you've ever had
To curse aloud in church or
Choke each bloke who throws a smile your way
Be that as it may
A man could have bad dreams
And not be all he seems
Yet not be far removed from
All the noblest of extremes
Sometimes I think that sanity is
Just a passing fad a man could go quite mad

Unblessed are the dull
One ceaseless, peaceless lull
One wond'rous night
Storm-struck thund'rous light
Will cast me right

A sculptor lacking arms
A sorc'ror lacking charms
A fiend who frightens no one for
There's no one that he harms
Whose clutches clutch at
Only desp'rate respite
From this dim tableau!
Knowing this is so, I hide myself in thought
Where one cannot be caught
And feed on dreams that contradicts
Each edict I've been taught
And if someday I lose my way and mind
You'll find me glad -
A man could go quite, man could go quite
Man could go quite mad!