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.