I been in the right place

But it must have been the wrong time
I'd of said the right thing
But I must have used the wrong line
I been in the right trip
But I must have used the wrong car
My head was in a bad place
And I'm wondering what it's good for

Liberty, Mo. The right place? Often wondered. I love/hate it. Wrong line? Eh, mebbe. I’ve definitely upon occasion had my taste of my own size tens. Wrong car? Bingo. Head, bad place? Upon occasion.

I been the right place
But it must have been the wrong time
My head was in a place
But I'm having such a good time
I been running trying to get hung up in my mind
Got to give myself a little talking to this time

I do needs me some talking to. But, I’m having such a good time. Or am I? Upon occasion I think “this ain’t me”, but I is what I is. Wonder where I was and how to find me again.

Just need a little brain salad surgery
Got to cure this insecurity
I been in the wrong place
But it must have been the right time
I been in the right place
But it must have been the wrong song
I been in the right vein
But it seems like the wrong arm
I been in the right world
But it seems wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong

Insecure? Occasionally. About the time I stop to thinka mebbe some things I’m insecure about, Maynard steps in with his insecurity needing nurturing. I rectum some call it enabling. I resemble that remark. So I bandaid my own.

Slipping, dodging ,sneaking
Creeping hiding out down the street
See me life shaking with every who I meet
Refried confusion is making itself clear
Wonder which way do I go to get on out of here

HRL. Florida. South Dakota. Upstate NY. Charleston/Myrtle Beach.

I been in the right place
But it must have been the wrong time
I'd have said the right thing
But I must have used the wrong line
I'd a took the right road
But I must have took a wrong turn
Would have made the right move
But I made it at the wrong time
I been on the right road
But I must have used the wrong car
My head was in a good place
And I wonder what it's bad for

Wrong turn? We all take the wrong road upon occasion. I’ve had a blast here on this planet. I’ve been in the right place, at the right time. I’ve made the right move at the right time. I’ve had the right car. My head’s been in a good place. And then, I’ve been contrary to all that.

We look back in the rear view mirror, and we can’t change a GD thing about where we’ve been, the path we’ve taken, whether or not we’re in the right place, the right car, wrong line, right move, head in a bad place.

Life’s like a meal at a fancy restaurant. MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm Iove that. Nope, don’t like that, ain’t touchin’ it. That’s yucky. Ahhhhh, that’s tasty. Another course? Of course! Delectable. Yummy. S’more please, s’more!... Dessert? SURE!.. ahm, the tab sir. Shit.

Victor are you down? Nah, I’m cool. I went to LA once. Drove from there to San Diego. What is it – like 120 miles? Five, mebbe seven lanes. You get on the inside lanes, you’re stuck (like that commercial “feel stuck, feel stuck, feel stuck”).. Ya can’t get back to the exit lane. Forced. Or areya? I needs me a lane change but the traffic won’t allow it. Or maybe I’m ‘over here’ by choice.

When life findsya in the wrong place, wrong turn, wrong time, wrong move, wrong song, wrong car – we’ve got the wheel. Ours for the choosing. If you’re like me, you’re critical upon yourself, and then other times you ain’t. That’s where I be.

Buckle up. I’m turnin’ down this road here. Loveya, enjoy the ride. Victurd.