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