From the recording All The Birds
Lyrics by M.C. Armstrong
Arranged by Armstrong, Graves, Irwin, McCanless, Ritter, and Zehmer.
Lyrics
11:11 and I wish for you
I don’t believe in magic
But I do
Don’t mean to shout
Don’t want to make you cry
I’m just going a little bit out of my mind
11:11 now I’m gone from you
Going to move to the country
Find a little room
Now I see the horses every day
Gotta learn to run
I gotta learn to stay
11:11 now I’ve got nothing to do
Gotta get out of this country
Get out of this room
11:11 and I wish for you
I don’t believe in magic
But I do
Gonna get on a plane
Not just any old plane
Gonna be a brand new man
Gonna see the plan in the sand
Wanna see my fears disappear
Wanna see some people disappear
Wanna see some violence
Wanna see some violence
Wanna see some violence
Wanna see some violence