I can remember when all of the numbers knew what it meant to share.
Sure, they all were different, but no one seemed to care.
Can’t say exactly when it started happening, but getting along now is rare.
They all think that they are number one.

Five says to eight, ‘well, you used to be great, but I can’t support you now’.
Three says to nine, ‘We can get along fine, but I don’t care for you anyhow.’
Seven and three used to always agree, but two came along with a plow.
They all think that they are number one.
No one gets along with anyone!

Something’s just not adding up, the math does not compute.
Everybody has an explanation of their truth.
Come November we add up the numbers from the voting booth.
Then we start it all up once again.
What if the two and the four and the six recognized what they truly shared?
What if the three and the eight were united? What if they truly cared?
But then the four and the five came together and suddenly everyone’s scared.
They all think that they are number one.
No one gets along with anyone!
We are right back where we first begun!

Something’s just not adding up, the math does not compute.
Everybody has an explanation of their truth.
Come November we add up the numbers from the voting booth.
Then we start it all up once again.

The Numbers Game

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

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The Numbers Game

Scott Orr