Music and Lyrics: Bobby Shiflett
Performed by: Laura Whitney: Vocals; Steve Casteel: Guitar; Bobby Shiflett: Guitar, Vocals; Andrew Reid: Bass; Kenny Shiflett: Drums
Recorded by Bob Russom @ Gintown Sounds
Mastered by Channel Fuse Media, Memphis, Tennessee
http://www.channelfusemedia.com/
Lyrics
It's 9:11 in the morning
Time to wake it up
The day came with no warning
There was no time to make it up
As the bell rings and wakes us from our dreams
The last thing we see is the land of the free
It's 9:11 in the morning
The day has broken loud and clear
And the silence is so alarming as it echoes in my ear
Angels shake their wings and try to shake us from our dreams
The last thing that we see is the land of free
When fear is on the lips of everyone we hear
We forget who we are and what we're doing here (hey, hey, hey!)
It's 9:11 in the morning
And we've slept too late
The bus has come and gone
And now its walk or wait
It's 9:11 in the morning
And there's such a fuss
They're saying global warming is gonna be the death of us.
There's no more room for error and there's no more room for shame
There's no more room for terror and there's no more room for blame (hey, hey, hey!)
Who'll step forward; who will speak for us?
Who will risk it all for that seat on the bus?
Who'll step forward; who will speak for us?
Who'll risk it all for that seat on the bus?
