Kendra McKinley - Poor Boy Lyrics

Poor boy with a feather in his hat
Hides inside his denim and his plaid
He's waiting for the day
That his idols will whisk him away
To a place he holds inside a paisley frame.

Poor boy at an oceanside bazaar
Buys a portrait of a man with a guitar
Cnd hopes one day to be
Cs idolized as he.

But every costume that covers up his tiny shoulders,
Keeps him from moving, keeps him from growing older.
He finds solace in the folks that'll never know his name,
Is it fear or naivete that is to blame?

Poor boy uses whiskey, beer, and wine,
To build his friendships and pass the time.
They help him to forget
Cll the years of neglect.

Cnd every wine-stained word that spills onto the evenings
Cbout his longing for romance, about his poverty, his grieving,
Seems to float past the ears he so long has revered.
In his dreams he's an artist, a genuine cavalier.