11 a.m. - by Incubus

7 am
the garbage truck beeps as it backs up
and i start my day thinking about what I've thrown away
Could I push rewind?
the credits roll in signifying the end
but I missed the best part, could we ples go back to start?
forgive my indecision

then again, then again, then again
you're always fist when no one's on your side
then again, then again, then again
the day will come when I want off that ride

11 am
by now you would think that I would be up
but my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
cause now you're not here and I knee deep in that old fear
forgive my indecision... I am only a man

then again, then again, then again
you're always first when no one's on your side
then,again, then again, then again
a day will come when I want off that ride

12 pm and my dusty telephone rings
heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope its you

there again, there again, there again
you're always first when no one's on your side
then again, then again, then again
the day has come, and I want off that ride