Chasing Tornadoes

There's something about the fast life We all want a shot of that adrenaline high You're a hundred-mile-an-hour slow ride Cutting through the clouds of the Po-dunk sky Anybody in their right mind would get the hell out of here Yeah, go and get gone But I'm staring in the eye of it Even though every damn siren's on 'Cause baby, I'm a sidewinder, storm rider I'm going down like a telephone wire You're a Mustang runaway, two-lane drifter I must have a thing for twisters Hot as Arizona, cold as Colorado Tryna to catch that feeling like lightning in a bottle I'm gonna go where the wild wind blows Tearin' up the road, chasin' tornadoes Baby, when the dust clears I'll be hungover, just sifting through the rubble Like a hot mess red lipstick smear Put my heels back on, run back to the trouble Maybe it's time I should lock it inside Board up all the windows and doors But I'll ignore all the warnings At least 'til the morning 'Cause boy, when you rain, you pour 'Cause baby, I'm a sidewinder, storm rider I'm going down like a telephone wire You're a Mustang runaway, two-lane drifter I must have a thing for twisters Hot as Arizona, cold as Colorado Tryna to catch that feeling like lightning in a bottle I'm gonna go where the wild wind blows Tearin' up the road, chasin' tornadoes I feel the calm before the storm Stirring up inside my soul Waiting on the clouds to come rolling in Here you come and there I go 'Cause baby, I'm a sidewinder, storm rider I'm going down like a telephone wire You're a Mustang runaway, two-lane drifter I must have a thing for twisters Hot as Arizona, cold as Colorado Tryna to catch that feeling like lightning in a bottle I'm gonna go where the wild wind blows Tearin' up the road, chasin' tornadoes Chasin' tornadoes Got me chasin' tornadoes