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
Cuttin' through the clouds of a Po-dunk sky
Anybody in their right mind would get the hell outta here
Yeah, go and get gone
But I'm starin' in the eye of it
Even though every damn siren's on
'Cause baby, I'm a sidewinder, storm rider
I'm goin' 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 catch that feeling like lightnin' in a bottle
I'm gonna go where the wild wind blows
Tearin' up the road, chasin' tornadoes
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Baby, when the dust clears
I'll be hungover, just siftin' 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
'Least 'til the morning
'Cause boy, when you rain, you pour
'Cause baby, I'm a sidewinder, storm rider
I'm goin' 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 catch that feeling like lightnin' in a bottle
I'm gonna go where the wild wind blows
Tearin' up the road, chasin' tornadoes
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I feel the calm before the storm
Stirrin' up inside my soul
Waitin' on the clouds to come rollin' in
Here you come and there I go
'Cause baby, I'm a sidewinder, storm rider
I'm goin' 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 catch that feeling like lightnin' in a bottle
I'm gonna go where the wild wind blows
Tearin' up the road, chasin' tornadoes
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Chasin' tornadoes
Got me chasin' tornadoes