Numbers Lyrics - Singles - Jason Michael Carroll

I'm doing 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 1025 

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 nine fifteen on my buddy's back porch 

Shooting bottle rockets on July fourth 

We were both nineteen and she was a perfect ten 

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 three sixteen, 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 doing seventy two in a sixty five 

On I-24 in a four wheel drive 

Got a ten o'clock on Eighteenth Avenue