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