I’m A Mess Rodney Crowell

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