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.