I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square, trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits in there.

Sometimes love can be so wrong/Like a fat man in a thong.

It's a whole package, singer/songwriter. I like writing but I like performing just as much.

He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier, he's gonna check us all on out of here. Up to that mansion on a hill, where you can get your prescription filled.

I see you over there, just clinging to the wall. Because they told you like ivy you were bound to crawl. But you kept looking up, girl, and I know why. You knew someday you were gonna touch the sky.

Motorboat to heaven, baby's got the key. Tell me, how am I supposed to get in close back here on these water skis?

I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square, trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits in there.