get me right

i made my slow way home

limping on broken bones

out of the thickest pine

across the county lines

on to your wooden stairs

i know you can repair

i know you've seen the light

i know you'll get me right

right

right

right

i own a sinners heart

i know the rain falls hard

i know the currency

i know the things you'll need

i hope he hears my prayers

i see you cut your hair

i know the saving type

i know you'll get me right

right

right

right

but

jesus i've fallen

i don't mind the rain if

i meet my maker

i'll meet my maker clean

but

jesus the truth is

i've struggled so hard to believe

i'll meet my maker

i'll need my maker

to cure of my doubting blood

and drain me of the sins i love

and take from me my disbelief

i know it should come easily

but it remains inside of me

it battles and devours me

it cuddles up the side of me

and whispers it convinces me i'm

right

right

right

right

right

right

right

right

right

right

right