Eleven To Your Seven (Remastered) - Hey Mercedes

Written by：Mark Dawursk/Damon Atkinson/Bob Nanna/Todd Bell

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 south town

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 alright

We broke down

Miles out of Morgantown

A midnight rainstorm crashing down

Not one breathing soul around

Eleven to your seven

Eleven to your seven

Yeah

Yeah

Eleven to your seven