Im doin seventytwo in a sixtyfive On I24 in a fourwheel drive Got a ten oclock on Eighteenth Avenue And theres a thirty percent chance of rain all week And the high today is gonna be eightythree Theyre playing Highway 101 on 102.5 An eighteen wheeler by my side 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 915 on my buddys 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 F150 on her granddads farm I slipped a halfcarat diamond on the third finger, of her left hand And asked to be her one and only man You might also likeNumbers 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 316, the Fab four The fifty yard line, the thirteenth floor 911, the dirty dozen Were all waiting on the Second Coming 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 Im doin seventytwo in a sixtyfive On I24 in a fourwheel drive Got a ten oclock on Eighteenth Avenue1
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