Winging It

You don’t know what to do,
You don’t know how to be,
You don’t know what to say,
So you’ll never be free
Of the feeling you’re getting it wrong
All the time,
But the truth is
You’re probably doing it fine;
And you think that the rest of us
Know what to do,
But the truth is
We’re all just as clueless as you.
But we put on
A rather miraculous show,
So the fact that we’re winging it,
You’d never know!