You will get my best, I will get what's left.
I'll be sweeping in spotlight.
A gross misuse of time, whatever I call mine.
Let me borrow liberally.
I want to look for a cure where I know there is no cure,
just the searching will serve.
I know the answers, but the questions still entertain me.
I am the rabbit you're depending upon.
I was the walrus, but now I'm John.
You will get my best and I will get depressed
in a backstage meltdown.
Every traffic light, a stage for me tonight.
I'll be singing my heart out.