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
