People look around you, the signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you to be the one who to care.

I’m going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.

No matter how fast I run, I can't get away from me.

I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.

I want to find myself a girl who can show me what laughter means, and we'll fill in the missing numbers in each others paint-by-numbers dreams.

People look around you, the signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you to be the one who to care.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.