Rob Berretta

Wrong Road



It was a dark day, and it was raining, and I couldn’t find my way

Out on the parkway, no pride remaining, I pulled over in dismay

The counter man looked up at me when I told him where I thought I’d be

He said, “You can’t get there from here, you see

Your directions I’m afraid are far from sound.

You took the wrong road buddy turn around!”


But in an hour I was still driving, searching for that highway sign

My mood was sour, but I was striving to find the road I claimed as mine

But when I crossed the state I stopped again and they said go back where you began

So in circles I just spin and spin

Feel like I’m lost without a hope of being found

You took the wrong road buddy turn around


The tunnel’s long and the end is bright

Just reflections of your own headlight

You think you’ve finally passed the test

Just to find that you’ve been second-guessed


My destination was not appearing, so much for saying it can’t be missed

Hope of elation lost in my steering, just confusion in my midst

So I pulled in for one last chance, drowning now in an endless trance

He said “where d’you want to go?” and I said, “Really I don’t know”

I can’t remember where I thought I might be bound --

You took the wrong road buddy turn around!


© 2004 Robert Berretta