What's Number One?

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"
 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 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 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?
 I'd choose the bruised up moon
 I'd lose, I guess I'm confused
 What's number one?