Have I gone all too far? Have I been here before? If I have let me know How it goes Take her place And I will See her face No reason Let it slide And I will Watch her die... To run through fields To find, and I will Hold, then lead, then lie And I will... no I won′t
Is it now really time? Can I just give mind, if I can simply trade Deal Made
Take her place And I will See her face No reason Let it slide And I will Watch her die... To run through fields To find, and I will Hold, then lead, then lie And I will... no I won′t
Run, hide away from me Desouled, to seek, decide And I will, no I won′t
Run through fields to find Hold then lead, then lie And I will Run, desouled, and Hold, to heal, to find And I can′t
Where? I was wrong to think that I could ever trust in you, I was wrong to think that you might want to trust me, too.
Here I am, here I am, Here I stand, Here I am, here I am, here I am, here I stand.
I was wrong to think that I could ever love in you, I was wrong to think that you might want to love me, too.
Here I am, here I am, Here I stand, Here I am, here I am, here I am, here I stand.
So where the hell are you? So where the hell are you? So where are you when I need someone, too? I′m tired of needing you.
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? [*woof*] well come on, 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...