You didn't ask for the Album
You didn't ask for the car
You didn't ask for the platinum valium
That doesn't make you a star

You headed out for the west coast
I stayed alone on the east
You telephoned from the worst to the best coast
That doesn't get you released, that doesn't get you released

They say I'm crazy for the system
I'm crazy for the plan
I'm the cause but I'm not the symptom
I'm twentieth century man

They say that too much education
Can leave a man with no room to move
Between this rock and the edge of creation
There's a lot to learn and little to lose