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)
When I get lost in the numbers, man