Lyrics Falling Short - Jeff Bridges

Falling Short

Am 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
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 and 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