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      Chorus