Track 1 of the album Midnight Mallets · 2016
Wrong Door, Right Rain
“Dressed for the wrong party on the wrong street, and somehow it still turned out all right. I like a song where the mistake is the point.”
jazz · cool jazz · torch jazz · 3:34
Lyrics
I dressed up for a party That was never on this street Wrong door, wrong number Wrong shoes on my feet The friend I came to meet Had never heard my name Now I'm standing in the rain Feeling just the same Wrong door, right rain Washing off the night Wrong door, right rain Making the streetlamps bright I came to find a crowd I found a quiet sky Wrong door, right rain And a slow walk home to dry The taxi didn't stop The bar was shut at ten I laughed out loud alone And then I laughed again There's a coffee cart on Pine With a light still burning low He pours one for the fool Who has nowhere left to go Wrong door, right rain Washing off the night Wrong door, right rain Making the streetlamps bright I came to find a crowd I found a quiet sky Wrong door, right rain And a slow walk home to dry Some nights go wrong And are kind to you anyway A cup of something hot And a song the rain will play Wrong door, right rain Washing off the night Wrong door, right rain Making the streetlamps bright I came to find a crowd I found a quiet sky Wrong door, right rain And a slow walk home to dry Wrong door, right rain Goodnight, goodnight