Poor Boy
I heard a poor boy's wails
He sounded like his father
Didn't wish or want for anything
Or look beyond what he didn't have
Picking weeds like they're roses
I suppose his
Life's meaningless to you
Long walks on South Street
To dumb to be cowardly
He'd hum a tune while he walked
And count the cracks in the walls
Didn't know what wrong was
But I guess that's okay
Thoughts where his words should be
Made him speak real slow
But he loved the looks of passers-by
As they acknowledged where he'd never go
He was a boy who never cried
Didn't get lost
And never told a lie
Just a few half-truths
Knew his place
Never wondered where he'd go
He laughed at us who are always lost
And only questioned why we'd never know
He sounded like his father
Didn't wish or want for anything
Or look beyond what he didn't have
Picking weeds like they're roses
I suppose his
Life's meaningless to you
Long walks on South Street
To dumb to be cowardly
He'd hum a tune while he walked
And count the cracks in the walls
Didn't know what wrong was
But I guess that's okay
Thoughts where his words should be
Made him speak real slow
But he loved the looks of passers-by
As they acknowledged where he'd never go
He was a boy who never cried
Didn't get lost
And never told a lie
Just a few half-truths
Knew his place
Never wondered where he'd go
He laughed at us who are always lost
And only questioned why we'd never know