Peter Breinholt - Poor Boys lyrics

Poor boy in the country And he helps me find my way Poor boy's life is easy Cause he goes from day to day If I stop Think a lot I think of everything I got around this town Old man sitting next to me With new shoes on his feet He says that when he is all alone He talks himself to sleep Then he stops Then he stares At all the people pa**ing there without a word Do we still belong around here Where the days roll on Like a carousel Quiet fields of green and blue But there's nothing there Like her love shining through Whoa oh Hidi high li We rolled in from Taurus And now we're half a world away And everything that I can think To soon too late to say Next thing it occurs to me She can sleep so quielty When we're alone So good night all you poor boys Try to make your way back home These songs aren't for singing When you're traveling alone Now and then I wait around So I can hear the lonely sound Of outbound trains Do we still belong around here Where the days roll on Like a carousel Quiet fields of green and blue But there's nothing there Like her love shining through High li li li High li li li li li Oh whoa whoa And I don't think it's ever rang so hard On the back streets of Carolina yard And the poor boys have often been frustrated At the thought of coming home I heard good night you'll be all right I know I heard songs in the alleys and the road I heard all different kinds of conversation And the float around this town And the hey hey now And the hey hey Whoa da ho High li li li