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

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.

Some folks they take to living fast while some prefer a slow death.

My attitude these days is, if you write a bad song, what are they gonna do, throw you in songwriter jail?

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.

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.

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