I think I met you at the
Wrong time in my life
You told me I would
Never write a song you like
Now you're in the
Front row singing every line
I think I met you at the wrong time
Or maybe in the wrong life
They're calling it
Seasonal depression
It's when you wanna
Pack up your clothes
Money and drive
On the highway there's a
Funeral procession
Now you're screaming
You wish I was
The one who died
Remember when
We stole back our
Damage deposit
And drove that old Chevy
Across another province
Memories stuck in the rear view
I only give it a year or two
I think I met you at the
Wrong time in my life
You told me I would
Never write a song you like
Now you're in the
Front row singing every line
I think I met you at the wrong time
Or maybe in the wrong life
On the highway there's a
Funeral procession
Now you're screaming
You wish I was
The one who died
On the highway there's a
Funeral procession
Now you're screaming
Don't call me back
B-baby it don't work like that
Don't call me back
B-baby it don't work like that
I think I met you at the
Wrong time in my life
You told me I would
Never write a song you like
Now you're in the
Front row singing every line
I think I met you at the wrong time
Or maybe
I think I met you at the
Wrong time in my life
I hope I never
Ever write a song you like
But now you're in the
Front row singing every line
I think I met you at the wrong time
Or maybe in the wrong life
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Maybe in the wrong life
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Or maybe in the wrong life