Seven Eleven

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