Those were high times back in Delhi, 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
'68 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 (I'd choose) the bruised up moon over the sun
I'd lose (I'd lose), I guess I'm confused
What's number one, what's number one?
(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 door's 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 (I'd choose) the bruised up moon over the sun
I'd lose (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 (I'd choose) the bruised up moon over the sun
I'd lose (I'd lose), I guess I'm confused
What's number one, what's number one?
(I'd choose the bruised up moon)
(I'd lose, I guess I'm confused, what's number one?)
(I'd choose....)