Jeff Bridges - Falling Short Lyrics

I falling short or do I fly

While I miss the mark do I hit the sky

And in my wondering do I answer why

I'm alive

To make a space - bushwhack a path -

Leave a sign - dodge the wrath


Of myself and leave the math to God

(go on as above)

Falling short i've hit the spot

Of the place where I was shot

From the womb of my mother

I've fallen short but is there another

Place where I could be

Is short just the place for me to see

What I can do

What I've been given

My holy view of hell an heaven

Am I falling short or do I fly

While I miss the mark do I hit the sky

In my wondering do I answer why

I'm alive

I'm alive

I'm alive