11:11 - Andrew Bird

Standing on the corner

Plastic cup in her hand

Standing on the corner

Saving for some gin

You don’t need to ask where she’s been or what’s up

She’ll gladly tell you all about the life she had

Before she had the cup

Standing by the window

Glass of milk in his hand

What could I have done what could I have said

Broken glass spilled milk lying on the floor looking dead

Window pain

Cutting through the rain looks so easy

Frame by frame

Looking for a name to claim on a breezy afternoon

And the ends coming soon

So many people hold a cup

So many die drinking milk in front of a window

I once knew a woman who got in the way

Of the intentions of a windy day

Don’t hold a cup in any season

Don’t make me choose between rhyme or reason

Don’t drink that milk in front of that window

You might as well blame it on the will that the wind chose