11th Hour - Madness

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 At the eleventh hour

At the eleventh hour