Numbers Ryan Adams & The Cardinals

[Verse 1]
Here comes your song, it's on the radio
Here comes your song, here comes your song
Everybody in the backseat, come and sing along
We're fucked, we're fucked
There's been an accident, somebody stole your face
We're fucked, we're fucked
We were always something else, there was nothing to replace
You got some shit to throw out
You got some numbers to erase

[Chorus]
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Ringing all night, it's slower than the bar
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
How do you spell
Look way around or replace those numbers?

[Verse 2]
Here comes your song, it's on the stereo
So turn it on, so turn it up
Everybody in the backseat's about to throw up
We're fucked, we're fucked
There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby
We're fucked, we're fucked
Fuck, you walked in a piece, this isn't war and peace
You were always good enough
There's nothing to replace
You got some shit to throw out
You got some numbers to erase
You got some names to forget
Plus some people to call
There was nothing to replace
You've been good enough all along