11:11 (Live At Home)

Black coffee from a Texaco

A lotto ticket 'cause you never know

Another up all night, movin' slow

It's 11 a.m., but girl I'm good to go

Black leather buckets, yeah, the seats get hot

Window down, wind just coolin' it off

No, it ain't the red light makin' me stop

It's four ones on a dashboard clock

It's 11:11 and I can't help make a wish

I wish you wouldn't have left, no, not the way that you did

Why the hell did I say things that I didn't mean?

Why didn't I say you were everything, everything?

11:11, I hope it's there on your phone

I hope you're thinkin' of me and you hate bein' alone like I do

I hope you miss me like I miss you

It's 11:11

12, one, two, three, four, five

Then it's two-for-ones with the guys

The sun sets and the white stars start to rise

It's about to be a good, good night, yeah

Then it's ten o'clock and we all pay

We all go our own separate ways

I turn the key, a little bit dazed

'Cause right there on the microwave

It's 11:11 and I can't help make a wish

I wish you wouldn't have left, no, not the way that you did

Why the hell did I say things that I didn't mean?

Why didn't I say you were everything, everything?

11:11, I hope it's there on your phone

Thinkin' of me and you hate bein' alone like I do

I hope you miss me like I miss you

It's 11:11

It's 11:11

Girl, it's 11:11

Mm-mm

It's 11:11 and I can't help make a wish

I wish you wouldn't have left

No, not the way that you did

Oh, it's 11:11 and I can't help make a wish

I wish you wouldn't have left, no, not the way that you did

Why the hell did I say things that I didn't mean?

Why didn't I say you were everything, everything?

11:11, I hope it's there on your phone

You're thinkin' of me and you hate bein' alone like I do

I hope you miss me like I miss you

It's 11:11

It's 11:11

Girl, it's 11:11

And I miss you