I'm a writer, a writer of songs, pretty little ditties and sing-alongs, so I ain't made a dime in a while. I've been hittin' the circuit to sell my wares, got a lot of material, nobody cares. They tell me that my song's gone out of style. Mm-hmm. Hey, hey. Well, I score a showcase, some big record man, I know by the end he's gonna be my fan. I play my music bit by bit. Woo! My hands are shakin', my head is high. He sneezes and he fidgets, says, what else you got? I shrug and I'm like, that was it. He says, if you'd been in here in 73, you're the kind that I would have signed instantly. But it's now, not then, and if I may be bold, your material just feels a little old. I walk out his office, head full of strife, cause this is the story of my life. I'm in the right place at the wrong time, and it's a short walk but a long climb. I'm in the right place at the wrong time. I'm in the right song with the wrong rhyme. Is there a space where I belong? I'm just in the right place at the wrong time. Hey, hey. Is there anybody else who feels this way? I am a singer. My dreams are big, but producers' minds are small, so I can't get a gig. And I've been at it for a while. Take my corolla, I drive around. From audition to audition, they don't like my sound. Tell me my singing's out of style. Singing in a bar, owner looks at my face, says I remind him of a girl who used to work in this place. She made it real big, but that was way back when. You'd be set if you'd been around then. I throw back a whiskey, then one more, because I've heard it all before. I'm in the right place at the wrong time, and it's a short walk but a long climb. I'm in the right place at the wrong time. I'm in the right song with the wrong rhyme. Is there a space where I belong? I'm in the right place at the wrong time. Hey! Is there anybody else who feels this way? I leave the building. Walk out the door. I head for the street. And I get in my car. I'm praying, Lord, please send some kind of sign. Then I see a woman. Her eyes are deep in black. Through my windshield, there's a man with a guitar on his back. I wonder if her life is just like mine. Stare at each other. Feelings hypnotized. We never break the contact from each other's eyes. Even as she accidentally mows me down. Now he's bloody on the pavement. And I am close to death. And I can smell the alcohol upon her breath. And I hear sirens coming from across town. Now my song is done, and my life is too. And my story is a testament to all those who are in the right place at the wrong time. And it's a short walk, but a long climb. I'm in the right place at the wrong time. I'm in the right song with the wrong rhyme. Is there a space where I belong? I'm in the right place at the wrong time. We're in the right place at the wrong time. And it's a short walk, but a long climb. I'm in the right place at the wrong time. We're in the right song with the wrong rhyme. Is there a space where we belong? I'm in the right place at the wrong time. Hey, hey. Now I'm not the only person who feels this way. Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Right place, wrong time.