Numbers

I go a thing for numbers 'cause figures don’t lie to me
Now I’ve been doing some math, here and from my records it’s plain to see
You’re coming up short on your giving, it seems you’re thinking we’re made of
time
But I’m starting to see the sun set, and like numbers, the shadows don’t lie
One, for tomorrow
And two, for the now
And three, for the lovers
Who know not how
One, for tomorrow
And two, for the now
And three, for the lovers
Who know not how
Youth’s been wasted on many on a poet a sage or two
On the bright, the shackled the sorry and maybe worse of all on the youth
But knowin' just what I do, dear, that the days here to grace us are few
While there’s no lasting thing about our youth, still I know that mine won’t be
wasted on you
One, for tomorrow
And two, for the now
And three, for the lovers
Who know not how
One, for tomorrow
And two, for the now
And three, for the lovers
Who know not how
One, for tomorrow
And two, for the now
And three, for the lovers
Who know not how