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