Seven Eleven Lyrics

I took a step outside of myself today

I'm gonna try to care less about the mess I make

Many different times

Many different ways

We worry so much about the smallest things

But on the tip of my tongue, where the truth is stuck

Try to stay clear of the thieves and crooks

You know the futures uncertain

Every plan is subject to change

Flash in the pan can't afford to miss a thing

Seven Eleven

The luckiest one

Born with a number and work to be done

Eat what's left over

The odds and the ends

The same fuss and feathers

They're at it again

In the heat of the sun, white hot, across time and space

Learning to just let go and embrace the strange

Many different times

Many different ways

Dying to run, but I'm stuck in place

The futures uncertain

Every plan is subject to change

A flash in the pan can't afford to miss a thing

Seven Eleven

The luckiest one

We're up in the morning

There's work to be done

Have what's left over

The odds and the ends

Storm in a kettle

They're at it again