aim to be strong
fiddle with an arrow
the shot is too long
precision is not in my marrow
what`s wrong
with me contentedly singing my own song
but not heard the music
the writings` on the wall
but i took the scenic route
and i can`t call
the number`s in the pocket of my jeans
through it all
talking the talk ,running before i walk
missing the meaning
chorus
plotting the course
while i`m stuck at the bend
penchant for rocky terrain and dead ends
wind myself up just to unravel into a great,
mountain of when
should`ve is a place
i sometimes frequent
yet they know my face
better at i can`t
but if there`s a wait
i will is close by and when stays open late,
the menu is vast
chorus
predicting the loss
before i begin
so it don`t cut too deep
when i don`t win
not like it`s working
for this clever lark
i can recite the story
behind every scar
predicting the loss
before i begin
so it don`t cut too deep
when i don`t win
i hate it when i`m right
much rather be wrong
i`d rather be wrong