Numbers Have Too Many Meanings to Me

Numbers have too many meanings to me
Phones, clocks, and calendars just won't let me be
Every number, another reminder of lost he's and she's
There's only one kind of phone call at quarter 'til three

Have another drink and wonder just who can it be haunting me
The past won't be
So I will go to sleep with the light on
Just in case you drive by
And you'll see it and think that I'm awake
And maybe you'll drop by