Maybe I’ve been lookin’ for the wrong thing.
Searching for the perfect harmony,
When I can’t even sing.
Maybe I am way out of my depth.
Thinking; just another minute
Right when I lose my breath.
I have banged my head against every wall:
Waited for anyone I know to call.
Listened to the righteous, but above all
Followed those thought of as weak or small.
Independent, courageous and defiant;
Yet I can’t seem to help myself.
Beat the dumbest giant.
So sure of myself all those years ago.
Put everyone that I love on hold.
Places I’ll never go.
I can solve everyone else’s problem.
Yet can’t even see my own.
The Wrong Thing lives again.
I have banged my head against every wall:
Waited for anyone I know to call.
I have banged my head against every wall:
Waited for anyone I know to call.
The Wrong Thing lives again.
The Wrong Thing lives within.