Wheeling, West Virginia

(album: Workin' On A Groovy Thing (AKA Sounds Of Sedaka) - 1969)

Laurel to Sunset, freeway to Culver,
Racing my MG down to MGM.
Sitting in make-up trying to wake up
Gotta be on the set at eight a.m.
For one more day of make believing,
One more day of playing the star,
One more day of endless pretending,
Do ya know who you are?

Where is the guy from Wheeling West Virginia
Why did he have to roam
So far away from Wheeling West Virginia,
Thousands of miles from home.

Lawyers' fees and agents' commission,
Everybody's waiting to be fed.
Uncle Sam is right there beside you,
Come on boy, ya got to make the bread.
For one more day of make believing,
One more day of playing the star,
One more day of endless pretending,
Do ya know who you are?

Where is the guy from Wheeling West Virginia
Why did he have to roam
So far away from Wheeling West Virginia,
Thousands of miles from home.

Culver to freeway, Sunset to Laurel,
Racing my MG back from MGM.
Early to bed to be up at dawning,
Gotta be on the set at eight a.m.
For one more day of make believing,
One more day of playing the star,
One more day of endless pretending,
But that's all you are.

Gone is the guy from Wheeling West Virginia,
Gone is the world he used to know.
There's no such place as Wheeling West Virginia,
It faded long ago.