Jason Michael Carroll - Numbers Lyrics
I'm doin' seventy-two in a sixty-five,On I-24 in a four-wheel driveGot a ten o'clock on Eighteenth AvenueAnd there's a thirty percent chance of rain all weekAnd the high today is gonna be eighty-threeThey're playing Highway 101 on 102.5An eighteen wheeler by my sideNumbers all around, flying by, up and down,Some as slow as Christmas coming,Some like the speed of sound,And we all wonder, what they mean,The highs, the lows, the in betweens,Most of them mean absolutely nothingBut some of them mean everythingI met her at 9:15 on my buddy's back porchShootin' bottle rockets on July fourthWe were both nineteen and she was a perfect 10,Then three years later 'neath a million stars,In my F-150 on her granddad's farm,I slipped a half-carat diamond on the third finger, of her left handAnd asked to be her one and only manNumbers all around, flying by, up and down,Some as slow as Christmas coming,Some like the speed of sound,And we all wonder, what they mean,The highs, the lows, the in betweens,Most of them mean absolutely nothingBut some of them mean everythingJohn 3:16, the Fab four,The fifty yard line, the thirteenth floor,9/11, the dirty dozen,We're all waiting on the Second ComingNumbers all around, flying by, up and down,Some as slow as Christmas coming,Some like the speed of sound,And we all wonder, what they mean,The highs, the lows, the in betweens,Most of them mean absolutely nothing,Oh most of them mean absolutely nothing,But some of them mean everythingOh numbersI'm doin' seventy-two in a sixty-five,On I-24 in a four-wheel driveGot a ten o'clock on Eighteenth Avenue
