Gonna Get It Wrong - Allison Moorer

Here I am all worn down to the muscle the bone

Done all I can

Seems like everything I do turns into don’t

Still I stand still I try

And I know I’m gonna get it wrong it’s alright

When the wheels come off

And somewhere between the shoulder and the ditch

Neither found nor lost

And I can’t say I’ll ever know which is which

There’s a road and so I drive

And I know I’m gonna get it wrong it’s alright

It’s alright, it’s alright

It’s alright if I find a thousand ways

Just to fall from grace

Got a true blue heart

But every now and then it must get beat

And if it falls apart

And shatters like a whiskey glass around my feet

Pick it up one more time

And I know I’m gonna get it wrong

Yeah I know I’m gonna get it wrong it’s alright

It’s alright, it’s alright It’s alright