歌词

Black coffee from a Texaco

A lotto ticket cause you never know

Another up all night, moving slow

It's 11AM but I'm good to go

Black leather buckets, yeah the seats get hot

Window down wind just cooling it off

No it ain't the red light making me stop

It's four ones on the 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 thinking of me and you, there being alone

Like I do, I hope you miss me like I miss you

It's 11:11

It's 12, one two three four five

Then it's two for ones with the guys