D A   Bm G
D A   Bm G

[Verse 1]
          D           A
I'm doin' seventy-two in a sixty-five,
   Bm        G
On I-24 in a four-wheel drive
      A                             G
Got a ten o'clock on Eighteenth Avenue
              D                        A
And there's a thirty percent chance of rain all week
        Bm                     G
And the high today is gonna be eighty-three
                D         A      G
They're playing Highway 101 on 102.5
G
An eighteen wheeler by my side

[Chorus]
        D           A          Bm
Numbers all around, flying by, up and down,
G               D
Some as slow as Christmas coming,
A
Some like the speed of sound,
           G       D
And we all wonder, what they mean,
    A                    Bm
The highs, the lows, the in between’s,
    G                 D          A
Why most of them mean absolutely nothing
                      G          D A Bm
But some of them mean everything

[Verse 2]
G              D                  A
  I met her at 9:15 on my buddy's back porch
         Bm                G
Shootin' bottle rockets on July fourth
        D                     A             G
We were both nineteen and she was a perfect 10,
D                                 A
  Then three years later 'neath a million stars,
      Bm           G
In my F-150 on her granddad's farm,
            D                         A                   G
I slipped a half-carat diamond on the third finger, of her left hand
G
And asked to be her one and only man

[Chorus]
        D           A          Bm
Numbers all around, flying by, up and down,
G               D
Some as slow as Christmas coming,
A
Some like the speed of sound,
           G       D
And we all wonder, what they mean,
    A                    Bm
The highs, the lows, the in between’s,
    G                 D          A
Why most of them mean absolutely nothing
                      G
But some of them mean everything

[Solo]
| A Bm | G | A |

[Bridge]
     Em        D
John 3:16, the Fab four,
    A
The fifty-yard line, the thirteenth floor,
Em        Bm
9/11, the dirty dozen,
G
We're all waiting on the Second Coming

[Chorus]
        D           A          Bm
Numbers all around, flying by, up and down,
G               D
Some as slow as Christmas coming,
A
Some like the speed of sound,
           G       D
And we all wonder, what they mean,
    A                    Bm
The highs, the lows, the in between’s,
    G                 D          A
Why most of them mean absolutely nothing
    G                 D          A
Oh, most of them mean absolutely nothing,
                      D          Bm
But some of them mean everything
G  D       A     G
Oh numbers-er-er-erS

[Outro]
          D           A
I'm doin' seventy-two in a sixty-five,

   Bm        G
On I-24 in a four-wheel drive
      A                             G
Got a ten o'clock on Eighteenth Avenue