How Strange It Seems Lyrics - Misguided Roses - Edwin Mccain

I'm a hack driver in New York City 

I've got seven kids on the lower east side 

I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty 

But in rush hour hell you should see me drive 

I'm a dressmaker in Louisiana 

Stick my finger ain't that a shame 

People come to haggle and paw on my artwork 

But no two of my dresses are ever the same 

How strange it seems to be me 

If tomorrow I opened my eyes 

And found myself somewhere else 

I wonder who I'd be 

I'm the house man at a place called the exit 

The last band I heard bored me to tears 

But every so often I hear one that moves me 

Love for the music is what keeps me here 

How strange it seems to be me 

If tomorrow I opened my eyes 

And found myself somewhere else 

I wonder who I'd be 

I'm a rich man 

I ain't talking 'bout money 

I'm a blues singer at the Eight by Ten 

You go out searching for some grand tomorrow 

Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now and then 

How strange it seems to be me 

If tomorrow I opened my eyes 

And found myself somewhere else 

I wonder who I'd be