I was left for dead
Everybody beat it to L.A.
So the papers read
But I said
"No, this is not where I get dropped off
Keep the dough I'm here to blow the top off it"
Sixty-eight back in Chicago
Watched my friends all fall
Now they're waiting down in old Key Largo
For their man to call
All laid back
Sitting in the redwood sauna
Hanging slack
Like some dazed iguana
I'd choose
The bruised up moon over the sun
I'd lose
I guess I'm confused
What's number one
What's number one
I'm a fine one to be talking
Dig the mastermind
You see even if you hold the key
The doors locked from behind
But I left
I was playing out a lone part
I was deaf to whispers of my own heart
I'd choose
The bruised up moon over the sun
I'd lose
I guess I'm confused
What's number one
What's number one
Like a miner seeks that main gold vein
I'll search on
Cutting through against the grain
Keeps me sane
I'd choose
The bruised up moon over the sun
I'd lose
I guess I'm confused
What's number one
What's number one
