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