I made my slow way home
Limpin' on broken bones
Out of the thickest part
Across the county lines
Onto your wooden stairs
I know you can't repair
I know you've seen the light
I know you'll get me right
Right, right, right
I own a sinner's 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
Oh Jesus, I've fallen
I don't mind the rain if
I meet my maker
I meet my maker
Clearly, Jesus
The truth is
I struggle so hard to believe
I need my maker, I need my maker
To cure me of my darling gun
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
In whispers, it convinces me I'm
Right, right, right
Right, right, right
Right, right, right
Right, right
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