Wrong number, right day
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 83
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 5.1s
- length
- 3:19
- language
- En
lyrics
At the Kroger on Charlotte, my thumb was half asleep I hit your name by mistake, sent "you out?" with the leak You were miles past Gallatin, I saw the gray screen glow Then three dots started dancing, and I set my cup down low You said, "I'm not who you meant" Then you sent a "what's up?" Said your truck was in the shop And your porch light was stuck Wrong number, right day Wrong number, right day Wrong number, right day Wrong number, right day We met by the service desk, under busted can of beans You had a red clay stain on your boots and a hole in your jeans I bought two cokes and a sandwich, you paid me back in change Then you laughed like you'd been waiting on a little kind of strange You said, "I was headed home" But you turned back around We stood there by the exits With the cart wheels spinning round Wrong number, right day Wrong number, right day Wrong number, right day Wrong number, right day Now your name lights up my phone Near the end of every week We talk about bad timing And the peaches from the creek Who knew one thumb slip Could carry me this way? Wrong number, right day Wrong number, right day Wrong number, right day Wrong number, right day