A complicated sunset

Sets the mood within the room

All bets are up and

We keep looking down

To try and find

The will to turn this around.



I spent the last three months

In mental traction

Woeing all I could forsee

I slept myself free and

Cursed at all awake

The medicine I'd take.



I broke down

On the train to southtown

Midway inbound

Eleven to your seven

I held out

Carrying this crutch around

Angry words came rushing out

Eleven to your seven.



Now I could pound on the keys so hard and

Make the mallets slap the strings and

Pump the pedals till I'm breathless and

Sing off key and

Wouldn't that be just like me?



Now people in the back yell hey

When they see me today

I got a smile so wide it stems offstage

They say go go you gone soul and

For all I know

They now know

Oh no.



You broke down

As I tore the pages out

During all the painful parts

Eleven to your seven

You held out

Carrying your diary around

Angry ink came rushing out

Eleven to your seven.



So we finished the night and

We laud the long ride

Because it leads to my own bed

So at least tonight

My head will be alright.



We broke down

Miles out of Morgantown

A midnight rainstorm crashing down

Not one breathing soul around

Eleven to your seven.