Numbers by Jason Michael Carroll Lyrics

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
And the high today is gonna be eighty-three
They're 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 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
9/11, the dirty dozen
We're 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
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