Big Numbers

Words and music by Bill Price

Countless courts of judges
Rows and rows of rules
Legions of lawyers
Spinning 'round in spools - wound up and in red

Decades of decay
Decades of dissent
Decades of distrust
Decades of dollars spent - in direction mixed up and misled

Big numbers fill the page
Big spaces now confined
Big plans, bigger cage
Big men build a cruel design

Multiply the madness
Multiply the means
Multiply the mission
Of their multiplying schemes - you can multiply the mourners

There's little room for hope
There's little room for error
There's a lot of the little
There's a lot of room for a prayer for the little man who owns the store on the corner

Big numbers fill the page
Big spaces now confined
Big plans, bigger cage
Big men build a cruel design

One can be very small
One can be lost by all
One can hold its own mystique
One can be one of a kind
One can make up one's mind
One and only one can be unique

There's a multitude of miles
Counting coast to coast
Every mile's another story
But every meal and every host - it's the same kind of generic slumber

Now they have merged with us
And we are part of you
You are leased by them
And they are all owned by who - who do you suppose? Big, big numbers

Big numbers fill the page
Big spaces once divine
Big plans, bigger cage
Big men build a cruel design

© 2003 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)