Lyrics

Seven numbers makes a line to connect two weary minds
Four will get you to bank. Tell a card to fill your tank
Let's hit the road. There's only so much I can take
It doesn't show but I'm resolved to count the days

Numbers occupy my mind. I carry with me all the time
When to wake and when to rest. How long until this evening ends
I've got to go.There's only so much I can take
It doesn't show but I'm resolved to count the days

Old Abel, nice to meet you
I've got a plan that'll make us rich
Old Abel, nice to meet you
Just take my hand and punch it in
It's only gold

Let's hit the road. There's only so much I can take
It doesn't show but I'm resolved to count the days
Until an age takes me away, a final number we engrave
To be erased