He lived his life
As though it was a movie
Humphrey Bogart
Was his god

He'd become the book
That he was reading
He locked his mind in
Fantasy

He lived his life
As though it was a movie
Humphrey Bogart
Was his god

He'd become the book
That he was reading
Locked his mind in
Fantasy

But he never complained
When it started to rain
He just waited for the pennies from heaven

He would hold out his hand
In a, gesture so grand
Everybody wondered what he's been given
Yes they did
To live his life and dream
Was all he wanted
And his name was Solitaire, yeah

He never felt one of the crowded nation
And if he's insane
What am I

Wander down a corridor
Carpeted from wall to wall
Jump into a swimming pool
And watch your mind swim

Living is a tragedy
Though it doesn't mean to be
Whaddya think your mother is
And what is she for, heh

He lived his life
As though it was a movie
Humphrey Bogart
Was his god

He'd become every book
That he was a reading
Locked his mind in
Fantasy, yes, yes
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble