Miracals by Matt Nathanson

They built a hero out of expectations and what a hopeless
hero was he
with sticks for legs he shook when the wind blew, even
slightly
and he welcomed the smiles, he welcomed the applause
and he hoped that they'd never forget just who they thought
he was
they dressed him up in rich man s clothes and told him he
was beautiful
then they expected miracles
His parents were pleased they went to all the parties
he was groomed for greatness from the time he was young
raised on a diet of television he was taught to listen, kept
dumb
and he welcomed desire and reckless luxury
and the world soaked up every drop of drama and insecurity
they dressed him up in rich man s clothes and told him he
was beautiful
then they expected miracles
and then one day his admirers just quit him
they packed up their paint and were gone
and he stood alone, their beautiful disaster, wondering were
he'd gone wrong
and he wanted the smiles and he wanted the applause
but no one would look him in the eye now, no one returned his
calls
they dressed him up in rich man's clothes and told him he
was beautiful
then they expected miracles