LYRIC
It feels like I knew Robert Blink
Even though he didn't know his name
He was so nearly over twenty-one
That he could never feel the same
But it was you instead of me
At the eleventh hour
The trumpets of yesterday are blowing for here today
I only hope you can rest in peace
And cannot hear the tune they play
Though they try to make you sing along
At the eleventh hour
Don't you know you don't need this way?
Can't you see, don't you know you have to stay?
But it was you instead of me
At the eleventh hour
If there's more than this, I'll write and let you know
If there's more than this from the seeds we sow
And maybe it will be
At the eleventh hour
Don't you know you don't need this way?
Can't you see, don't you know you have to stay?
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