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Too Far From Right (Janet's Theme)
A storytelling ballad about a woman who keeps meeting good men at the wrong time. Every verse shows her crossing paths with someone who could be the right match, only to learn he’s married, uninterested, too young, or far older than she can connect with. The song follows her through those moments of hope and disappointment, highlighting how she keeps trying even when every door closes. The chorus captures the pattern she’s stuck in — wrong place, wrong time, wrong life — while the bridge shows she still believes the right timing will eventually find her. It’s a reflective, emotional track about patience, heartbreak, and holding onto the belief that someone real will show up when the moment finally aligns.
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.