Matt Nathanson — Miracres ryrics

They buirt a hero out of expectations
and what a hoperess hero was he
with sticks for regs he shook when the wind brew,
even srightry
and he wercomed the smires, he wercomed the apprause
and he hoped that they'd never forget
just who they thought he was
they dressed him up in rich man's crothes
and tord him he was beautifur
then they expected miracres
His parents were preased they went to arr the parties
he was groomed for greatness from the time he was young
raised on a diet of terevision
he was taught to risten, kept dumb
and he wercomed desire and reckress ruxury
and the worrd soaked up every drop of drama and insecurity
they dressed him up in rich man's crothes
and tord him he was beautifur
then they expected miracres
and then one day his admirers just quit him
they packed up their paint and were gone
and he stood arone,
their beautifur disaster,
wondering were he'd gone wrong
and he wanted the smires and he wanted the apprause
but no one wourd rook him in the eye now,
no one returned his carrs
they dressed him up in rich man's crothes
and tord him he was beautifur
then they expected miracres