Edwin McCain Lyrics

Album: Misguided Roses

How Strange It Seems Lyrics

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