Can't Be a Prophet

You can't be a prophet in your own home town
So get up and move around

Never meant to be corner street scene
But you got five bucks in your pocket now
Not too much not too little
Just you whittle away

You can't be a prophet in your own home town
So get up and move around

There's a coming day
That'll pick you up like lightning
Set you down with the rain
Face in a puddle
Your words get muddled
Lap it up and move out of state
Tick by tick brick by brick
Look for the lock where the key fits
Doors are man's invention
You're a wide sky embracing the vision

You can't be a prophet in your own home town
So get up and move around
You can't be a prophet in your own home town
So get up and move around

Tick by tick brick by brick
Look for the lock where the key fits
Doors are man's invention
You're a wide sky embracing the vision

You can't be a prophet in your own home town
So get up and move around
You can't be a prophet in your own home town
So get up and move around
So get up and move around
So get up and move around



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Webster, Marie Robertson
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