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 aliveWoke 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 ManhattanThoughts were of characters
And afternoons lying
And you, you were aliveOh 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 youOh the hours we are separate
Oh the hours we are separate
11: 11
