jason mraz - curbside prophet lyrics

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
when a guitar picked it 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 then you d never never 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 that on the road again
will soon be on my radio dial
and i'll be payin close attention to the willie nelson style
like a band of gypsies on the highway wild
as i m one man wishin' on the california skyline
drive up the coast i brag and i boast
because i m pickin up a pace then makin time like space ghost
raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
but my cruise control's on coast

cuz i'm tourin round 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? [*woof*]
well come on, girl, hop in the truck!"

with the 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 a sucker for a filly
got a natural ability geared to freestyle
look at my flexibility
dangerous on the mike
my ghetto hat's cocked slight
all 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, hey, hey,
hey something's different in my world today
well they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow
hey, hey, something's different in my world today
well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
i'm just a curbside prophet love,
a curbside prophet love
a curbside prophet love
curbside, oh,
come on, now
curbside prophet love
waiting for my rocket
i said i'm waiting for my rocket to come...