Lyrics Jason Michael Carroll – Numbers

I’m doin’ seventy-two in a sixty-five,
On I-24 in a four-wheel drive
Got a ten o’clock on Eighteenth Avenue

And there’s a thirty percent chance of rain all week

Numbers 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
But some of them mean everything

I met her at 9:15 on my buddy’s back porch
Shootin’ bottle rockets on July fourth
We 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 hand
And asked to be her one and only man

Numbers 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
But some of them mean everything

John 3:16, the Fab four,
The fifty yard line, the thirteenth floor,

Numbers 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 everything
Oh numbers

I’m doin’ seventy-two in a sixty-five,
On I-24 in a four-wheel drive
Got a ten o’clock on Eighteenth Avenue