There's a young boy wearing the same clothes that everyone else wears

There's an old man reading the paper and nobody else cares

There's a small town tradition

That dies of suspicion

Of someone who doesn't belong

But maybe they're doing it wrong

Maybe they're doing it all wrong

In the morning they run to the keyboard for typing an outcry

In the evening the noise on the sidewalk, it might be a bad guy

There's a lady who gets

To take people's pets

Just for having no home for so long

But maybe they're doing it wrong

Maybe they're doing it wrong

Yeah maybe they're doing it all wrong

Did you know you shine exactly like the brightest shooting star

Did I tell you you are absolutely right about the way you are

Yes you are

Yes you are

There's a company stealing the time from a family weekend

And a senator making an enemy out of a good friend

And some people are dying

But everyone's crying for

For those who are causing it all

But maybe they're doing it wrong

Yeah maybe they're doing it wrong

Maybe they're doing it wrong

Yeah maybe they're doing it all wrong

Yeah maybe they're doing it all wrong

Yeah maybe they're doing it wrong