James Dean.

I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean...A box of lucky strikes and a book of matches. I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean...I ain't got nowhere else to put it. Maybe someday, someday I'll fly away, but today I think I'll stay underneath this golden sun. I'm gonna roam these streets with my guitar and my dirty knees cuz I still got a song to play.