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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 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 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 3: 16, the Fab Four The fifty-yard line, the thirteenth floor Nine-eleven, 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