Almost every word is true. In March 2012, we arrived in Kraków for the very first time, and headed to the AirBnB which ended up being a lot farther out of town than we had anticipated. Daria was our host, and she was very sweet but the apartment was tiny and it felt weird sleeping in her bed while she slept on the couch (although I chose "floor" for the rhyme).
I'm still not sure why, but we decided that our only reasonable course of action was to pack up and sneak out while she was at work the next day, and give her some story about having friends in town (the "little white lie"). We hustled out the door and started walking down the road; after what felt like an hour, we couldn't find the bus stop so we turned back, and realized that it was literally right in front of her house. As we stood statue-still and prayed for the bus to arrive, my boyfriend suddenly said, "That's her," and I just turned away and tried to be invisible. He says she saw us.
Once we got on the bus, we were sure we could relax on the multi-hour journey back to the city. Then this older woman showed up in our faces, saying a whole lot of Polish words we couldn't understand. The only thing we could discern was, "Daria! Daria!" We found out later that this was, in fact, her mom.
I've wanted to commit this story to song ever since it happened, and I guess now was finally the time. Shout-out to my bestie Greg who remotely recorded the bass and one of the guitar tracks.
It's been seven years
Since that little white lie
And seven years
Since we never said goodbye
Three hours from the station to your door
You gave us your bed and you slept on the floor
But we wanted something more
We stayed up after you had said goodnight
We tried to think of ways to make it all right
We couldn't break your heart right to your face
So when you left for work, we broke out of the place
I'm so sorry, Daria
Never meant to let you down
I'm so sorry, Daria
I wish you lived closer to town
Grab the bags, we gotta move with speed
The bus back to Kraków is what we need
We walked a mile and back just to find out
The stop was right in front of your house
You said you'd be home by noon
You arrived, we tried to hide in plain sight
Please god say the bus is coming soon
You looked at us, like you recognized...
On the bus, feeling guilt and shame
A woman came up to us, she kept saying your name
Took a minute to figure out what was going on
Then we realized Daria... I think that was your mom