11:11 Songtext / Lyric

Woke up this morning at 11: 11

Wasn't in Portland

And I wasn't in heaven

Could have been either

By the way I was feeling

But I was alive, I was alive



Woke up this morning at 11: 11

John was half-naked

And Lulu was crying

Over a baby that will never go crazy



But I was alive

And kicking through this cruel world

Holding a notion of you at 11: 11

Tell me what else can I do

What else can I do?






Woke up this morning

And something was burning

Realized that everything really does

Happen in Manhattan



Thoughts were of characters

And afternoons lying

And you, you were alive



Oh the hours we are separate

11: 11 is just precious time we've wasted



So patch up your bleeding hearts

And put away your posies

I'm gonna have a drink

Before we ring around the rosies with you



Oh the hours we are separate

Oh the hours we are separate

11: 11