I'm not looking for answers,
just something to relieve
the intensity
of change
There's no space under the bed,
it won't fit in a closet.
Theres no room on the floor
even if you had a mansion.
And I don't see it on the streets,
it's not mixed in with the trash.
Everyone I see,
walks with empty hands.
And as they pass by,
I'm thinking,
where do they keep all that disappointment?
Somethings not right,
tell me,
where do they keep all that disappointment
And will they take mine?
And will they take mine?
So where do you keep
those that never came
Where are the broken promises
and the ones that got away?
Where do you keep the dreams that never came true
The friends that weren't there for you
The life that wasn't made for you
it all could be inside of you
And that's why,
I'm asking,
Where do you keep all that disappointment
As I pass by,
I'm thinking, where do you keep all that disappointment
And would you take mine?
Cause you seem just fine,
Yeah, you seem just fine...
And as they pass by,
I'm thinking,
where do they keep all that disappointment?
Somethings not right,
tell me,
where do they keep all that disappointment
And will they take mine?
And will they take mine?