100 Numbers

I live right on a market street

The people are like family

They stay up seven days a week

Yeah, they're always there for me

I got a hundred numbers in my phone

All pretty girls I could take home

But oh, I still feel alone

Oh yeah, I still feel alone

The fish and chip guy reads my mind

Gives me free beer on the side

He said, "Drink it up, it'll make you smile

Son, tell me all about your life"

I got a hundred numbers in my phone

All pretty girls I could take home

But oh, I still feel alone

Oh yeah, I still feel alone

The preacher says, "I'll put you right

If you say a prayer both day and night

It'll balance out your worried mind

And you won't feel alone tonight"

I start to fill my empty space

I realize it's not a race

Just gonna take it day by day

And nature sort of might blow my way

I got a hundred numbers in my phone

Pretty girl to call my own

And maybe I won't feel alone

And maybe I won't feel alone

When I have a hundred numbers in my phone

A wife, two kids, and a garden home

And maybe I won't feel alone

And maybe I won't feel alone

No, maybe I won't feel alone