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