im just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and im waiting for my rocket to come

im just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and im waiting for my rocket



ysee 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 back 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



well youre never gonna guess

where ive 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

well 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

im one man pushin on the california skyline drive

up the coast mc brag the most

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

raising a toast to the highway patrol and to most

but my cruise control's on coast

cause im touring around the nation

on extended vacation

see i got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation

i say,