Song Description
Poor Mister Wannabe is about someone who wants something so much that they sell out to what is most important. It asks the question of how much is enough and ultimately, it's never enough.
It's sinewy, beautiful melody helps counterbalance the descriptive lyrics about the choices in life and the consequenses.
It is not preachy, just observant.
Song Length |
4:07 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Pop - General |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Cool |
Subject |
Life, Regret |
Similar Artists |
Marc Cohn, Shawn Colvin |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Poor Mister Wannabe
Written by Lauren Kinhan, Eve Nelson & Peter Calo
Have you ever wandered into someone else?s story?.
traded in your flatbed for a ride?
Sold your Mother?s jewelry for a taste of something special?
and you couldn?t get that taste out of your mind?
Well, the road curves hard round here
As the old you disappears
Poor Mister Wannabe?s playing with fire
He sold his American Pie
He sunk to the lowest and he rose from the ashes
Going Nowhere, Going Nowhere Fast
Even though he burned some bridges, there?s no time for sorrow
Cold ambition always marches on
Marching to a drummer who defies the ground ya walk on
In a photo flash he?s tomorrow?s crash and burn
He?s a million miles from home
With a million more to go
Poor Mister Wannabe?s dying to meet you
He?s practicing Humble-man?s Pie
He?ll smile to your face while he empties your pockets
Smiling faces cleverly disguise
Tell tale signs
Meantime, he has grown accustomed to his fool?s paradise
Smile if you know the grass is always less than greener
Everybody?s got their darker side
Naked we are born and Naked all the rest will follow
So grab the wheel and hang on for your life
Cuz the righteous overcome
and the disillusioned run
Poor Mister Wannabe?s so uninspired
He can?t seem to quench his desire
He sunk to the lowest and he rose from the ashes
Going Nowhere, Going Nowhere Fast
Cuz the righteous overcome - and the disillusioned run
and the road curves hard round here - as the old you disappears