My ears ring, my head's on fire
Air gets thin like I'm up on the wire
World stands still like I'm passin' it by
Got to grab 'hold of somethin' droppin' out of the sky

I got to step across every mine
I like a high time every time
You were lookin' for a straighter line
Look at me, I'm the crooked kind
I'm the crooked kind

Count the days you logged the miles
Keep it all in place and right in style
You forgot the way, you lost the key
You don't have to outrun the bail, brother, you got to outrun me

I got to step across every mine
I like a high time every time
You were lookin' for a straighter line
Look at me, I'm the crooked kind
I'm the crooked kind

There ain't a whole lot to say
Just gets in my way
It's all here by design
To help me lose my mind

I got to step across every mine
I like a high time every time
You were lookin' for a straighter line
Look at me, I'm the crooked kind

I got to step across every mine
I like a high time every time
You were lookin' for a straighter line
Look at me, I'm the crooked kind
I'm the crooked kind
Hey, I'm the crooked kind
I'm the crooked kind

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Charles Webb Gray