At Eleven
music by OBS
lyrics by Nate MacNeill
1998


I'm feelin sick - you gotta love it
Clouds forming thick - above it
Ice starts to crack - below me
Wind's at my back - it's blowing
Round all my thoughts - think clearly
Don't really suck - sincerely
I want to go - to heaven
For now I'll just catch the news - at eleven

When I play your guitar - it's over
Just take the car - to the clover
Ride always late - I'm heated
Bridge cross the lake - is completed
Crust turning brown - it's ready
Sometimes I like cheese - on my spagetti

copyright Nate MacNeill 1998
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