Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm a Mess, artist - Rodney Crowell. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
I'm a Mess |
| Once in a while I can feel the whole world spinning |
| My hair twist in the wind, I can’t find the brake |
| The clock on the dashboard is coiled like a snake |
| There’s years flying by me aAnd a wide open cliff |
| On wheels made of lightning, just barely a blip |
| If there’s room at the top for a loser, look out |
| The radio’s blasting a mean twist and shout |
| I’m a mess, at times like these |
| A man should take a blind-fold and smoke |
| Take a walk, take a drive |
| Take a kneel, take a dive |
| Take a month, take a year |
| Take a hike, disappear |
| Take it on faith, whatever you get |
| You just close your eyes, it won’t hurt a bit |
| The firing squad’s gathered, the Captain grins |
| All the change in my pocket won’t pay for my sins |
| I’m a mess, when I woke up |
| They’d strapped me in an MRI |
| Black dye in my veins, head Velcro-ed down |
| Foam happy slippers and a blue paper grown |
| The banging went on for an hour or more |
| Then they slipped me out like a boat onto shore |
| The technician with coffee was sporting a smile |
| That said, «God gave me wisdom but the devil’s got style» |
| I’m a mess, nothing less |
| I confess I’m a mess |
| Now I live in NY |
| The Babylon of neon fire |
| The rats on the third rail is smoking like char |
| The thunder storm hits and I flag down a car |
| On the screen in Times Square, I look like a wreck |
| And we lunge out of traffic tricking down through the spec |
| The hooded girl turns and says, «Look at who’s alive» |
| I say, «Boy you can’t scare me, just shut up and drive» |
| I’m a mess, oh god, yes |
| I confess, I’m a mess, I’m a mess |