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