WRONG BUS, RIGHT DAY

We were halfway down the block

When you checked the number twice

Said, “I think we missed our stop”

I said, “That sounds about right”

The driver turned onto a road

Neither one of us had seen

You looked out past the grocery store

And laughed across the seat

We could get off here

We could ride it through

Nothing on the schedule

Was waiting on us

Wrong bus, right day

Ended up somewhere we never would’ve picked

Found a little record shop

And a place that sold the cheapest chips

Wrong bus, right day

No idea how long we’d been away

We were trying to get back home

But we didn’t mind the delay

You bought a shirt you didn’t need

I found a postcard with no view

We asked a guy behind the counter

Which way the station was from there

He pointed left, then changed his mind

Said, “Actually, go the other way”

So we followed two old street signs

And stopped for something cold to drink

No good directions

No reason to care

The day kept working

Without any plan

Wrong bus, right day

Ended up somewhere we never would’ve picked

Found a little record shop

And a place that sold the cheapest chips

Wrong bus, right day

No idea how long we’d been away

We were trying to get back home

But we didn’t mind the delay

We missed one turn

Then missed another

Still got there

Just a little later

Maybe we would’ve talked less

If we’d taken the usual route

Maybe we would’ve gone straight home

And had nothing to laugh about

Maybe getting somewhere wrong

Was the only thing we got right

You still bring it up whenever

We’re running late at night

Wrong bus, right day

Ended up somewhere we never would’ve picked

You were carrying that old blue shirt

And I was eating half your chips

Wrong bus, right day

Got back after half past eight

Nothing happened like we planned

Still, I wouldn’t change a thing

Now when you check the number twice

I tell you, “Leave it, we’ll be fine”

We might end up somewhere else

And lose a little time