Conceived and reared in New York, domesticated in Southern California. Physician, musician, husband, father and generalized procrastinator, not necessarily in t
Home is anywhere you choose to hang yourself
Blinding faith’s the worst thing for your health
I’d say anything to cut to the head of the line
I’d sell my soul just to travel through time
Glued to the fast track, feels like the first time
Glued to the fast track, feels like the first time
You put your hand on the top my head
I can’t recall one thing that I said
Lost in the world with a schoolboy crush
I clung like a leach to the very first blush
Riding the fast lane’s such a rush
Riding the fast lane’s such a rush
Just when I thought the dream was dead
I get the kit and caboodle instead
You can’t blame the man for the cut of his spine
You can’t blame the poem for the rhyme
Glued to the fast track, feels like the first time
Glued to the fast track, feels like the first time
