: lyrics by jason mraz, billy galewood, and christina ruffalo i?m just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and i?m waiting for my rocket to
: words by jason mraz music by jason mraz & peter stuart I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town
: lyrics by jason mraz and peter zisso it's been nice to hold your hand as we shifted through this twisted abandon i would like to think that you will
: This is the most unusual story of a most unusual girl She's the paint in my picture of a most unusual world She can crawl out a frame while she's
: words by jason mraz & jenny keene | music by jason mraz adapted from the poem "on love, in sadness" by jenny keene Oh love it's a brittle madness,
: words by jason mraz & jenny keene | music by jason mraz adapted from the poem "tonight (not again)" by jenny keene The night. She brushed her hands
: words by jason mraz & ariel quirol music by jason mraz Well an old saying goes mind your manners mind your mother And a man can find a lover who
: words & music by jason mraz Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally? I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be? I dreamed I went to England
: words & music by jason mraz Crazy, now what'cha doing? Just the same, well I think I'm right Crazy how fast you're moving As our friendship pays
it gets better it only gets better and i want to say that it's not always easy but it's simple that way and i want to stay and play it out but i still
cause I've flown above and beyond, but it's still too long of a wait. So I sing out, I sing out loud, We can be 10,000 mother fuckers singing proud, Sing out
words & music by jason mraz Crazy, now what'cha doing? Just the same, well I think I'm right Crazy how fast you're moving As our friendship pays
words & music by jason mraz Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally? I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be? I dreamed I went to England and
words by jason mraz & jenny keene | music by jason mraz adapted from the poem "on love, in sadness" by jenny keene Oh love it's a brittle madness, I
words by jason mraz & ariel quirol music by jason mraz Well an old saying goes mind your manners mind your mother And a man can find a lover who is
love, 'cause I've flown above and beyond, but it's still too long of a wait. So I sing out, I sing out loud, We can be 10,000 mother fuckers singing proud, Sing out
words by jason mraz & jenny keene | music by jason mraz adapted from the poem "tonight (not again)" by jenny keene The night. She brushed her hands
