Whatever happened to Benny Santini?
They say his chances could not have been betterAll the promise of a July sun in the morning skyLaughing at the peering facesFrom the windows of a limousineCaviar with the A & R and still only in his teensSo whatever happened?
I can see him now, his face lit up in neonOne hand up in the air as he turns towards the crowdHis songs of silver arrows they tried to roll into goldWith diamond tips from painted lipsDesigned and ready to be sold
They say he could not fall ofThey say he could not failThe wealth and fame would fire his flameJust as soon as his ship set sailSo whatever happened?
Whatever happened to Benny Santini?Whatever happened to the guy on the wall?Where did he go to if he could not fall ofThey tell you they don't knowThey don't know at all