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