Lyrics Ryan Adams & The Cardinals

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 f*cked, we're f*cked

There's been an accident, somebody stole your face

We're f*cked, we're f*cked

You were always something else, there is nothing to replace

You got some sh*t to throw out

You got some numbers to erase

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?

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 f*cked, we're f*cked

There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby

We're f*cked, we're f*cked

F*ck, you walked in a piece, this isn't war and peace

You were always good enough

There's nothing to replace

You got some sh*t 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

You just got settled in

And you wanna get down

And you feel like you are loved

Feel like you are loved

Nobody's mad at you

These people love you

And they wanna see you are bein' strong

Wanna see you are bein' strong

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

The names and the phone

Here comes your song, it's on the stereo

Here comes your song, it's on the radio

Here comes your song, here comes your song

We're f*cked, we're f*cked

Hung up alone

Here comes your song, here comes your song

Everybody in the backseat, come and sing along

We're f*cked, we're f*cked

There's been an accident, somebody stole your face

We're f*cked, we're f*cked

You were always something else, there is nothing to replace

You got some sh*t to throw out

You got some numbers to erase

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?

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 f*cked, we're f*cked

There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby

We're f*cked, we're f*cked

F*ck, you walked in a piece, this isn't war and peace

You were always good enough

There's nothing to replace

You got some sh*t 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

You just got settled in

And you wanna get down

And you feel like you are loved

Feel like you are loved

Nobody's mad at you

These people love you

And they wanna see you are bein' strong

Wanna see you are bein' strong

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

The names and the phone

Here comes your song, it's on the stereo

Here comes your song, it's on the radio

Here comes your song, here comes your song

We're f*cked, we're f*cked

Hung up alone