Too Far From Right (Janet's Theme)

“Too Far From Right” is a cinematic storytelling ballad about a woman with a heart full of love who keeps meeting the wrong men at the wrong time. The song follows her through a series of almost‑moments — married men, unavailable men, men too young to understand her depth, and older men who see her as a child instead of an equal. Each verse paints another scene where she reaches out with hope, only to watch the moment slip away again.

Her love is described like an ocean, her dreams like constellations — vast, bright, and waiting for someone brave enough to meet her where she is. But every connection she finds is mismatched by timing, circumstance, or life stage. She’s not picky, she’s not closed off — she’s simply reading the signs, trying to protect her heart while still believing in something real.

The chorus hits with emotional clarity: every good man seems taken, too young, too old, or loving someone else. Yet she keeps hoping, keeps trying, keeps her heart in the fight. The bridge shifts the tone toward faith and possibility, reminding her — and the listener — that timing can change, and the right person can appear when the universe finally aligns.

“Too Far From Right” is tender, honest, and deeply human. A portrait of a woman who refuses to give up on love, even when every door seems to close. It’s a song about heartbreak, resilience, and the quiet belief that someday, wrong time will finally turn into right.

She walks into the night like a lantern in the rain,

Hoping someone sees her light through all the haze and pain.

But the first man she meets wears a promise on his hand,

Says, “My heart’s already spoken for… I hope you understand.”

Then she finds a gentle soul with a soft and steady voice,

But he smiles and says, “You’re lovely… just not my kind of choice.”

She laughs like it’s nothing, but the truth cuts deep inside,

Another door she reaches for that closes every time.

She’s got love like an ocean,

But no one’s brave enough to dive.

Every time she reaches out,

The moment slips right by.

Every good man’s taken or he’s loving someone else,

Or he’s far too young to know the weight of loving well.

And the ones who seem steady, who could hold her through the night,

Are twenty years older, calling her “child” with tired eyes.

She keeps hoping, she keeps breaking,

But it’s always wrong place, wrong time, wrong life.

She’s not picky, she’s just reading all the signs—

Too young, too old, too married, too far from right.

She meets a stranger glowing like a sunrise after storms,

Thinks, “Maybe this is someone who could finally keep me warm.”

But he says, “I’d stay and talk, but my wife is waiting near,”

And she whispers to her heartbeat, “Of course… it’s always here.”

Then a bright-eyed dreamer hands her a drink with trembling hands,

She smiles until he tells her he’s barely a grown man.

She sighs into her glass, says, “You’re sweet, but understand—

I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes more than you can ever plan.”

She’s got dreams like constellations,

But no one’s reaching for her sky.

Every time she opens up,

Another chance goes by.

Every good man’s taken or he’s loving someone else,

Or he’s far too young to know the weight of loving well.

And the ones who seem steady, who could hold her through the night,

Are twenty years older, calling her “child” with tired eyes.

She keeps hoping, she keeps breaking,

But it’s always wrong place, wrong time, wrong life.

She’s not picky, she’s just reading all the signs—

Too young, too old, too married, too far from right.

But she still believes in timing,

In a heart that’s meant for hers.

She still believes the universe

Will bring her what she deserves.

Maybe next week, next sunrise,

Someone real will cross her line—

Someone steady, someone open,

Someone finally right.

Every good man’s taken or he’s loving someone else,

Or he’s far too young to know the weight of loving well.

But she keeps on hoping, keeps her heart within the fight,

’Cause someday wrong time turns into right.

She’s not picky, she’s just reading all the signs—

Too young, too old, too married, too far from right…

But maybe not for life.

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