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