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 Sometimes I wish that I could see But it was you instead of me
At the eleventh hour 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 Because we're all tired of hearing that song Though they try to make you sing along
At the eleventh hour 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 Well sometimes I wish that I could see And maybe it will be
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