
Bedroom door shut,
amp turned low
Mom outside it with her camera
phone He thought the whole world
could hear him Turns out it
was only her And she never
missed a night
Take me back to eleven
Take me back to eleven Before
the badge and the quiet and
the dust on the neck Before
I learned how to forget
Take me back to eleven Oh
God, take me back to eleven
Twenty years of Tuesdays
Then one night the house went
silent Same door,
same low amp
And it sounded like him again
I went back to eleven
I went back to eleven
Dusted off the neck and I
turned it all the way up
And it's the loudest I've ever
been
I went back to eleven
Oh God, I'm back at eleven
Mom, are you filming this?