tab by Chris Campbell. 2001

Losing my sense of direction
Losing my nerve
Losing my faith in change
That God never serves
Just a regular, regular person
With regular dreams
Sparks in my forehead now
Feeling my blood steam

Mighty wrong time
Mighty wrong time

Fill a room full of starving children
Luminous bones
Beam it live by satellite
To a million homes
What to do with this sense of proportion
To do with my eyes
Ice in my forehead now
Fearing the blue skies

Mighty wrong time
Mighty wrong time
In a mighty wrong time
Mighty wrong time

Sucking sucking on sympathy, cigarettes
Feeding my face
Turning my back each day
On anything I can't face
Something wrong with these streets where I'm walking
Wronging my soul
Fire burning overhead
Spinning out of control

Mighty wrong time
burning down bridges
breaking down doors
looking good now
licking that plastic
milking that applause
people talking
telephone numbers
crawling on all fours
invisible walls
 

alternate verse:
Mighty wrong time
Images pouring
Voices of fear
Misty morning
There you go darling
Blood on the tube
Music pumping
Crowd all around me
Grinning from ear to ear
Invisible tears
 

Mighty wrong time
Mighty wrong time
Mighty wrong time

Aluminum feminine compact fits in my hand
Give me confidence, softness
Let me be who I really am
Staring up at these women all shining
20 feet tall
Understanding none of it
But wanting it all

In a mighty wrong time
In a mighty wrong time
Mighty wrong time
Mighty wrong time
Mighty wrong time
Mighty wrong