Every time I turn that old TV on
Someone's saying we ain't been so at odds
Since way on back in 1861, my God
It's written in the lines of every face I meet
Everyone on edge with uncertainty
From the penthouse suite to the tents out on our streets
Oh, the anger my friend is blowing in the wind
It sure feels like it won't be long
'Til something breaks and all is lost
But I hope I'm wrong
I hope I'm wrong
We got billions for bombs and pennies for peace
I did the math and it seems clear to me
But I hope I'm wrong
I hope I'm wrong
Now if you wanna hear what a lie sounds like
Just listen to one of them political types
Ain't a seat on the hill that doesn't have a price
How can it be that the slow will be fast
And the first one now will later be last
When they write the bills, and we can't pay the tab
Oh, say, can you still see this land was made for you and me
'Cause it sure feels like it won't be long
'Til something breaks and all is lost
But I hope I'm wrong
I hope I'm wrong
The data might say times have never been better
But something in the air says we're in for stormy weather
But I hope I'm wrong
I hope I'm wrong
The only hope that I got left
Is the hope that I am wrong myself
And I hope I'm wrong
I hope I'm wrong