When passion becomes fashion
this mad man will grab his magnum
My pen is still a crayon
And my will can fill a canyon
I've never been one for the pavement
but that's okay cause I made this basement
home plate and that's more than most could say
While I'm faraway I like to leave a smile on my door
for the passerby yearning something warm
Come on in - It's a cold, cold world no need to burn
I wear my heart for armor and stand tall like Arthur