Conceived and reared in New York, domesticated in Southern California. Physician, musician, husband, father and generalized procrastinator, not necessarily in t
he watched the dice in the MGM
but he never played a hand
he couldn’t see the irony in being
a betting man
he chose to be alone
he chose to be a martyr
he couldn’t find the strength
to try any harder
salvation’s on
if you follow me to the yellow brick road
it’s such a perfect day
he tossed around the neighborhood
‘til he found the address
the time had come to bear his soul
and confess
but when he laid his eyes on her
he lost all his resolve
he ran to the station for to catch the train
he was too self-centered to accept the blame
for the lies that he told just to deaden the pain
he couldn’t stop drinking ‘cause he needed the proof
and he dialed up a number for a version of the truth
that he found on a sticker in a telephone booth
salvation’s on
if you follow me to the yellow brick road
it’s such a perfect day
salvation’s on
just follow me to the yellow brick road
it’s such a perfect day
he ran to the station for to catch the train
and he was too self-centered to accept the blame
for the lies that he told just to deaden the pain
he couldn’t stop drinking ‘cause he needed the proof
and he dialed up a number for a version of the truth
that he found on a sticker in a telephone booth…
