Words are spoken
there's nobody to hear.
Just came to tell myself
I'm not a fool.
I could take the moon
and spin it 'round
in circles
have what money can buy.
With all my motorcars
and fancy clothes
I'm a lucky guy.
It's cold outside, just maybe,
maybe I'll feel the cold.
I care for no one,
no one cares for me.
I'll dry my eyes,
but through the lies,
I'm one of the poorest people
I am one of the poorest people
I am one of the poorest people
who's not in love with someone.
In love...
Sweetest moments,
and memories, yeah...
Are all the things you'll
find in story books,
they just don't come true.
I justify reason.
Can't be wrong, must be right.
For I can have the world
and not grow old,
and still win every fight.
An emptiness enfolds me
deep on into the night.
I ask myself
What can this feelin' be?
As I wipe a tear,
it becomes so clear
that I'm one of the poorest people
I am one of the poorest people
yes, I am
I am one of the poorest people
whose not in love with someone.
In love...I've got no one.
I am one of the poorest people
REPEAT CHORUS
(T.A. Brown)
From the album Vintage 78
