Letting People Down

Staring at trophies in milk crates

On the floor of a northeastern garage

Wondering how it's all such a blessing

And why it's all so damn hard

It's the Massachusetts turnpike

And when I get home, I'll creep down the hall

Snow in the headlights, they call it a dream

But the world's flat, and I'm falling off

Hold your arms out, jump, hell, at least you tried

I fall short, I always fall behind

I hate letting people down

I hate letting people down

I hate letting people down, and I do it all the time

I never wanted to hurt you

But I'm elbows deep in that dirt

I still count every unplanted seed

I write down every unspoken word

Hold your arms out, God, help the justified

I fall short, I always fall behind

I hate letting people down

I hate letting people down

I hate letting people down, and I do it all the time

You get up for work every day, you drag yourself right out of bed

The arms of those angels are wrapped around the dreams you left

I look the other way, pretending not to notice

I don't know how it died, but I know where the ghost is

I hate letting people down

I hate letting people down

I hate letting people down, but I do it all the time

I'm sorry, I hate letting people down

I'm sorry, I hate letting people down

And I do it all the time