The way you sit riding home on board the shuttle slouched    And huddled with your knees against the seat   It's the same way that I sit when I ride home on board the shuttle   Slouched and troubled, wishing that you were sitting here next to me      And I'm just not convinced    That this is just coincidence      I've heard at 11:11 you make wishes   I've heard you're superstitious through and through   And if that's true that's something I've been doing too   Wishing at 11:12 tomorrow I'll be lying next to you      And I'm just not convinced    That this is just coincidence   And my gut instinct tells me there may be something more to this