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 though 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 pack up your bleeding hearts
And put away your posies

I don't want to have a drink 
Before we ring around the rosies with you