Curbside Prophet

JASON MRAZ

I'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and I'm waiting for my rocket to come

I'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and I’m waiting for my rocket, ya'll

y'see it started way back in nyc

when i stole my first rhyme from the m.i.c.

at a west end avenue at 63

the beginning of a leap year, february, ’96

with a guitar picked up in the mix

i committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks

well look at me now

look at me now

look at me now, now, now, now

i'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and i'm waiting for my rocket to come

i'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll

well you’re never gonna guess

where i’ve been been been

and i have no regrets

that i bet my whole checking account

because it all amounts to nothing up in the end

well you can only count on the road again

we’ll soon be on the radio dial

and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style

like a band of gypsies on the highway while

i’m one man pushin’ on the california skyline drive

up the coast I brag and I boast

i ’m pickin up my pace and makin time like space ghost

raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most

put my cruise control's on coast

cuz i'm tourin' around the nation on extended vacation see

I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation

i say, "i like your style, crazy pound pup!

you need a ride?

come on, well girl, hop in the truck!"

i'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and i'm waiting for my rocket to come

i'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll

i'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and i'm waiting for my rocket to come on

i'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll

see i'm a down home brother, redneck undercover

with my guitar here

i'm ready to play

and i'm s a sucker for a filly

got a natural ability I'm geared to freestyle

look at my flexibility

dangerous at the mike

my ghetto hat's cocked right

the ladies say, "yo, that kid is crazy"

the backstage betties taking more than they can get

they say, "what's up with m-r-a-z?"

hey, hey, something's different in my world today

well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

hey, hey, something's different in my world today

they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

i'm just a curbside prophet

curbside prophet now

curbside prophet now

curbside

come on, now

curbside prohet

waiting for my rocket to come...