Whatever Happened to Benny Santini? - Chris Rea

They say his chances could not have been better

All the promise of a July sun in the morning sky

Laughing at the peering faces

From the windows of a limousine

Caviar with the A & R and still only in his teens

So whatever happened?

I can see him now, his face lit up in neon

One hand up in the air as he turns towards the crowd

His songs of silver arrows they tried to roll into gold

With diamond tips from painted lips

Designed and ready to be sold

They say he could not fall off

They say he could not fail

The wealth and fame would fire his flame

Just as soon as his ship set sail

So 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 off

They tell you they don’t know

They don’t know at all