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, man.
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