Intro: me. I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square Trying to fill up this hole in my soul, But nothing fits there Just when you think that you can let it rip You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips As if you had someplace else to go, Or a better way to get there. CHORUS: Now there's only two things in life, But I forget what they are- It seems we're either hangin' on a moonbeam's coattails, Or wishing on stars. Just when you think that you've been gyped, Yhe bearded (azchords.com)