You stop short, but don't say why 
I guess you never had it in you 
some hopes are up too high 
and some holes are too low to crawl into 

I hope you left your lie 
some miles ago trailing behind you 
show up in some disguise 
and pray some sign will never 

Find you 

The right way is the wrong way twice 
you never let your eyes drift off the man holding the dice 
you poor kid, crawling with lice 
sweet disgusted sympathies just [bad word] out right 

You fall short, but take so long 
and ten tethers pull with every motion 
hopped up on someone's song 
some lines just never let up 

You stop short, but don't say why 
I guess you never had it in you 
some hopes are up too high 
and some holes are too low to crawl into 

I hope the day you die 
you won't be cursing what you've been through 
up there in some old sky 
they'll pray to change the weather