Bad Timing Blues

You were packing up boxes,

loading the car

I was just settling in,

learning the local bars

You had a dream waiting out on the West Coast line

And I was still trying to fix this old heart of mine.

We shared a coffee

on your very last Tuesday night

Two hours of talking,

and everything felt so right

But the clock on the wall didn't care about what

we found

It just kept spinning around

It’s just bad timing,

a beautiful spark in the dark

Right person, wrong chapter,

leaving a ghost in my heart

We were two parallel lines

that finally crossed for a day

Just to watch each other drift away

Yeah, it’s just bad timing

Now I see your pictures,

you're catching the golden hour

And I’m stuck in the autumn rain,

hiding under a tower

I wonder if you ever look

at the rearview glass

And think about a spark that burned out way too fast We

had a spark that could easily turn to a flame

But the map and the calendar didn't play the same game

The world kept on moving,

it didn't slow down for us

Leaving our "what-ifs" behind

in the highway dust

Maybe in five years,

we'll meet in a crowded room

Maybe by then, we'll be ready to fully bloom

But tonight I'm just holding

a memory close to my chest

And wishing you nothing

but the absolute best

(the absolute best)