Hello, Mr. Right Next Door - Kris Allen

Hello, Mr. Right Next Door

Have you got some wisdom for

The rest of my life

I hope it’s not too much to ask

Cos I don’t have much to give back

Would that be alright?

Like all the doctors curing cancer

Searching for the right prescription

I’m hoping there’s one answer

To a million different questions

I’ve seen you sit upon your chair

Painted pictures with each stare

Tell me everything

Did you fight in Vietnam?

Did you find you’re not as strong

As you thought you’d be?

Like a bottle with a message

In a language I can’t read

I’m drifting without reason

Least one that I can see

Hello, Mr. Right Next Door

Have you got some wisdom for

The rest of my days

Does the love we have run out?

Does she make your time here count

With your blood in her veins?

Do you remember every season

That has fallen from that tree

I think we’re in a winter

And it’s one that just won’t leave

I’m sorry sir to carry on

Finally, found now that you’re gone

The words to say

Not sure what I was looking for

Knocking on the cobwebbed door

Of a ghost, anyways

Then you whisper from your mountain

With your wider point of view

«Son, if you are searching

It’s all that you can do»

Hello, Mister Right Next Door

Hello, Mister Right Next Door

(Goodbye)

Hello, Mister Right Next Door

Have you got some wisdom for the rest of my life