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 As soon as his ship set sail So whatever happened? What? His songs of silver arrows they tried to roll into gold With diamond tips from painted lips Designed and ready to be sold So whatever happened? Yeah, whatever happened to Benny Santini? Whatever happened to the guy on the wall? Where did he go to if he could't fall off? They tell you they don't know They don't know at all And they don't know So whatever happened to Benny Santini? Whatever happened to the guy on the wall? Where did he go to if he couldn't fall off? They tell you they don't know They don't know at all Yeah, whatever happened to Benny Santini? Yeah, whatever happened to the guy on the wall? Where did he go to if he could't fall off?