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 your disguise and pray some sign will never find you 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 never come out nice verse 2 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