Crooked Heart

I’m just trying to walk a straight line

With a crooked heart inside

I don’t do what I want to

But I want to all the time

Even with my best foot forward

That leaves one left behind

Trying to walk a straight line

With a crooked heart inside

When I was young, I was a stick just scratching the dust

Trying to make a mark that would last

But the wind’s gonna blow and the kid’s gonna grow

And that line’s gonna fade so fast

Now I’m stubborn on a mission, trying to do it different

But honestly I know

It ain’t broke, but it bleeds, and it’s starting to rust

Like my hand-me-down cross all covered with dust

I know that it works ‘cause at the end of the day

I’ve got my knees on the floor and I’m starting to pray

I’ve got a rattle in the dash, ‘gotta little stash

Of things I can’t quite change

I try to stand on a rock but I always roll

I gotta soul full of slant that I can’t let go

With a little more time I hope you see

A little more light than dark in me

A little more light than dark in me