Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Nobody, artist - Johnson CrookDate of issue: 03.08.2017
Song language: English
Mr. Nobody |
| She came back on the Brooklyn breeze |
| Blowin' through the willow trees |
| Selling her wares off of balconies |
| But I am still Mr. Nobody |
| He came through town on the crest of a wave |
| Crocodile boots, he’s feeling brave |
| Hometown hero’s got the streets to pave |
| But he still fears the day |
| All my life I’ve been singing these words |
| Trying to make a dime |
| Fill up the tank with gasoline |
| Drive until I loose my tires |
| All caught up with everything else |
| This time I’ll just be me |
| But I don’t feel sad |
| Being Mr. Nobody |
| Well I’m holding on to the very last rung |
| From the tip of my toes to the tip of my tongue |
| All the letters felt overdone |
| But I’m still waiting to feel the sun |
| So I’m making amends from where I sit |
| Kicking old habits, making‘ em stick |
| From the rocking chair to the casket |
| I’ll be strumming along till I’m a silhouette |
| All my life I’ve been singing these words |
| Trying to make a dime |
| Fill up the tank with gasoline |
| Drive until I lose my tires |
| All caught up with everything else |
| This time I’ll just be me |
| But I don’t feel sad |
| Being Mr. Nobody |
| All my life I’ve been singing these words |
| Trying to make a dime |
| Fill up the tank with gasoline |
| Drive until I lose my tires |
| All caught up with everything else |
| This time I’ll just be me |
| But I don’t feel sad |
| Being Mr. Nobody |
| She came back on the Brooklyn breeze |
| Blowin' through the willow trees |
| Selling her wares off of balconies |
| Oh I am still Mr. Nobody |
| Oh I am still Mr. Nobody |