[Intro — Female, spoken] You picked somewhere nice? [Male, spoken] Of course. I have a reservation. [Verse 1 — Male] Yokohama, seven ten Check my reflection, check it again Practiced “Hey” on the train all the way Now she’s here and I’ve forgotten “Hey” She’s got earrings catching every light I say, “You look—” then “Traffic’s bad tonight” Traffic? Really? That’s what I chose? Hands in my pockets, strike a casual pose [Verse 2 — Female] Designer bag and a brand-new dress Forty-five minutes for effortless These shoes were made for sitting down Not whatever he’s doing across town But he straightens up when he sees me smile So I let him lead for a little while Got my elegant evening face in place And a loose price tag tucked against my waist [Pre-Chorus — Male] There’s a handwritten note where the menu should be “Out of cooking gas—closed tonight. Sorry.” I check the address like the door might change She leans past my shoulder— [Female, spoken] Well. Excellent reservation. [Chorus — Duet] Nothing like the plan Nothing like the picture in my head One wrong turn and here I am Liking where we ended up instead Let the perfect evening fall apart Let the city take us by the hand I was trying so hard to impress you Now I’m hoping this is who I am Nothing like the plan [Verse 3 — Female] Down a yokocho, shoulder to shoulder Lanterns glow as the night gets colder He’s being cool till a tune rings out Then there goes the man I’ve been figuring out Little arcade at the back of the lane He knows that music, he knows that game Points to a bar with two counter seats “That looks good.” Sure. Conveniently. [Verse 4 — Male] Her fancy bag gets a stool of its own We squeeze in close, put away our phones Order little plates, let the evening slow Find out everything I didn’t know She loves romance; I need outer space She likes the shops; I like the chase For a dusty old game with a battered sleeve She says, “You should see what a bag means to me” I start to laugh, then I understand Same little spark, different thing in our hands [Pre-Chorus — Female] He asks me why, then he lets me explain Doesn’t just wait till he’s talking again I tell him these shoes are a terrible choice He laughs so hard he forgets his cool voice [Chorus — Duet] Nothing like the plan Nothing like the picture in my head One wrong turn and here I am Liking where we ended up instead Let the perfect evening fall apart Let the city take us by the hand I was trying so hard to impress you Now I’m hoping this is who I am Nothing like the plan [Bridge — Male] Both keep boxes of birthday cards Both call home when the week gets hard Both want somewhere our friends can stay Both say “one more song” till yesterday [Bridge — Female] I like a schedule, he likes a detour I like to win— He’s finding out for sure One little race at the back of the lane He says the controls are broken again [Male, spoken] That steering wheel pulls left. [Female, spoken] Mine didn’t. [Instrumental Break — Playful arcade synth solo] [Verse 5 — Male, softer] Along the waterfront, taking our time Her hand swings near, then settles in mine I had three clever things ready to say The wind comes up and blows them away [Verse 6 — Female, softer] He offers his jacket without a line Sleeves past my fingers; I tell him I’m fine Then pull it closer and let it stay We reach my turn and keep walking straight [Final Chorus — Duet] Nothing like the plan Nothing I could practice in my room Now your fingers fit between my hands And I don’t need to know the perfect move All the things we thought we had to be Left behind beside two counter seats I was trying so hard to impress you Now you’re standing here this close to me Nothing like the plan [Outro — Male, softly sung] By the water, I turn to you No clever line to get me through [Female, softly sung] I catch your sleeve before you speak Rise on my toes— [Duet, softly sung] And kiss.
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