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

Whatever your hands find to do, you must do with all your heart.

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

He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by. He kept his boogers in his desk, he wore a neck tie.

I'd always wanted to make a record with Jim Dickinson, and I'd known about his boys for years, ... He reminded me that when they were 13 or 14 years old they had a punk rock band and I'd called him and wanted to make a record with them then.

I am the student who picks his nose, so come over here and take off your clothes.

When the road gets dark - And you can no longer see - Just let my love throw a spark - And have a little faith in me.