The Eleventh Hour

I feel like an old man, packin up the station wagon

For the long winter vacation

And I feel like a country boy goin to a big city college

And I'm standing at the station

And I feel like a child on an early summer morning

And I'm waking to the sun

And find myself on the edge of a brand new day

And the eleventh hour has come

I feel like I'm at a restaraunt and I'm havin my desert

Before I order salad

Or a maiden about to get rescued at the very end

Of some old English ballad

And these tears and the troubles

they won't mean nothin

When this song's been sung

And I find myself in the arms of the one that I love

And the eleventh hour has come

I feel like some old wind whipped and storm-beaten tree

Badly misshapen

And I feel like a death row prisoner about to be set free

Regretting the road I taken

And my heart is pounding with the hope

Of what I might become

For what we've needed to be we will finally be

When the eleventh hour has come

Yes what we've needed to be we will finally be

When the eleventh hour has come