Woke up this morning at 11:11 
Wasn't in Portand and I wasn't in heaven 
Could have been either by the way I was feeling 
But I was alive, I was alive 
I was alive
Woke up this morning at 11:11 
John was half-naked and Lulu was crying 
Over a baby that will never go crazy 
And I was alive and kicking 
Through this cruel world 
Holding a notion of you at 11:11 
Tell me what else can I do 
What else can I do
Woke up this morning and something was burning 
Realized that everything really does happen in Manhattan 
Thoughts were of characters and afternoons lying 
And you, you were alive 
Oh the hours we are separate 
11:11 is just precious time we've wasted 
So patch up your bleeding hearts 
And put away your posies 
I'm gonna have a drink 
Before we ring around the rosies with you 
Oh the hours we are separate 
Oh the hours we are separate 
11:11 
11:11