The Numbers

Cashing out at the 24 hour But I'm losing count Of nights I've spent like these When Ali asks "What's up Kevin, how you doing?" Buddy, I'm fine Take my drink and sip it under your neon sign But no future endeavor Will ever be enough to answer No good introspection Can tell me why I've got time but I can't tell If I use and wear it well Am I just an ocean in the sun? High on the crest of a busy drug When I'm still writing songs people can feel Most of the time it feels surreal But some nights the white whale gets to me Forget that I'm living someone's dream When I get lost in the numbers, again (When I get lost in the numbers) My good friend, I'm finding There's just no method to timing That can say or equate This random wave that we're riding No countdown, no scoreboard No bottom line to account for In a myriad of figures and unending lines When I've got time but I can't tell If I use and wear it well Am I just an ocean in the sun? Bound to burn out on a busy drug Do you just want some joy that you can't fake A piece left of you on a piece of cake Wait by the door to get your cut Cause something's just not adding up When I get lost in the numbers again (When I get lost in the numbers again) When I get lost in the numbers, man