Dashboard Confessional

I made my slow way home
Limpin' on broken bones
Out of the thickest pine
Across the county lines
Onto 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 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