CURBSIDE PROPHET
Written by Galewood, Mraz, Ruffalo

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 y'all, hey

You see it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the m-i-c
At-a Westend Avenue at 63
It's the beginning of a leap year, February '96
Win a guitar, picked it up at the mix
I committed to the licks
Like a nickle-bag of tricks
And 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 to come y'all, hey

You see they'll 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 paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a band of gypsies on the highway, wild
As I'm a one man wishing on the California skyline
Drive up the coast
You know I brag and I boast
Because I'm pacing and I'm making up time like Space Ghost
Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
But my cruise control's on course
Cause I'm touring 'round the nation on extended vacation
See I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitations
I say, 'I like your style, crazy pound pup.
You need a ride? 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 curbisde prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all
I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come one
I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all

See I'm a downhome 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 mic, my ghetto hat's cocked right
All the ladies say, 'Yo, that kid is crazy'
We got the backstage Bettys taking more than they can get
They say, 'What's up with M-R-A-Z?!'
Well 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 signs to a brighter yellow
I'm just a curbside prophet, love
A curbside prophet, love
Curbside prophet, love
Curbside, oh come on...

SONG FACTS:
- This song peaked at #23 on the US Billboard Adult Top 40.
- The lyrics "waiting for my rocket to come" was used as the album title.
- It's possible that the phrase "prophet...waiting for my rocket to come" could be a reference to a mass suicide involving poisoned kool-aid, directed by a prophet that believed that a rocket ship would come and take the dead to heaven. (This is my personal theory, so I could also possibly be on crack.)