[Verse 1] I can tell you the serial number Just by the box's shape By the sound it makes in my hand Before it can escape I keep train timetables In a folder, no label on the shelf I like the feel of the paper there I like it keeping to itself [Chorus] I go all in when I get a thing in front of me head down, hands busy lost in what I’m meant to see I don’t just dabble, I don’t drift I lock in and let it spin give me one small detail and I’m all in [Verse 2] Some folks collect jars Postcards, or records to play I collect tiny details That brighten up my day I can spend three hours On one bird call or engine's hum One sentence from a favorite book Until the morning's come [Chorus] I go all in when I get a thing in front of me head down, hands busy lost in what I’m meant to see I don’t just dabble, I don’t drift I lock in and let it spin give me one small detail and I’m all in [Bridge] Don’t ask me to “move on” When I'm finally lit up inside I’m not lost, I'm just locked in With nowhere left to hide Give me the part number Give me the diagram to see Give me enough room And I’ll make a home for me [Final Chorus] I go all in when I get a thing in front of me head down, hands busy lost in what I’m meant to see I don’t just dabble, I don’t drift I lock in and let it spin give me one small detail and I’m all in
