Mystery Man from The Box by Natalie Mishell

Brooklyn’s got a funny way of showing you things you don’t know
Brooklyn’s got a funny way of showing you things you don’t know
Complicated characters and over rated amateurs running this show
I walked right into that bar not know I was going to know you, and you were looking like a mystery man on that sunday afternoon
Nothing here’s an accident and I don’t believe in coincidence, and then I saw you

I’m losing what’s left of my mind, or did I just wake up inside

Give it my all, cuz what the hell else am I supposed to do
Give it my all, and pray to god my heart is telling me the truth

Didn't know I was looking for you all my life
I pray to God I'm going to get it right this time
I can't promise you everything but I know something is happening tonight

Take my hand and I'll take yours, let's run wild I'm not going to let you go

You walked down that road, like a mystery man, with me
The air was thick and the night was hot on that Brooklyn Street

Stay with me oh my beautiful lover, I’m falling fast, like the leaves after the summer

Give it your all, cuz what the hell else are you supposed to do
Give it my yourl, and pray to god your heart is telling you the truth
Give it my our, cuz what the hell else are we supposed to do
Give it my are alll, and pray to god my heart is telling us the truth

• Acoustic
• Alt County
• Americana
• Folk
• Indie
• Pop
• Rock
• altcounty
• New York