Written by Roem Baur, Jeff Spence, & Danny Myrick

Blues, southern rock influences with a soul band horn section.

Natural Disaster
Baur, Spence, Myrick (BMI)

My baby loves a heartache
She wears it around her neck
So tight, it's almost like
I can taste it on her breath

My baby loves a train wreck
She loves to jump the track
So wreckless, once you've held it
You can't help but come back

She comes, she comes
Around like a hurricane
She blows, she blows
Like a twister in a hard rain
She burns, she burns
Like a wildfire, white flame
I'm caught in the path of a
Natural disaster

My baby's got my number
She likes to call me up
The phone rings, and she's whispering things
That don't have a damn thing to do with love

She comes, she comes
Around like a hurricane
She blows, she blows
Like a twister in a hard rain
She burns, she burns
Like a wildfire, white flame
I'm caught in the path of a
Natural disaster

When she comes around, I try not to make a sound
but trouble's always gonna find me
I try to hold on tight, catch a bottle full of light
We make up, we break up, we're through
And then she's back again

She comes, she comes
Around like a hurricane
She blows, she blows
Like a twister in a hard rain
She burns, she burns
Like a wildfire, white flame
I'm caught in the path of a
Natural disaster