There's no space under the bednIt won't fit in a closetnThere's no room on the floornEven if you had a mansionnAnd I don't see it on the streetsnIt's not mixed in with the trashnEveryone I seenWalks with empty handsnnAnd as they pass bynI'm thinkingnWhere do they keep all that disappointment?nSomething's not rightnTell menWhere do they keep all that disappointment?nAnd will they take mine?nWill they take mine?nnSo where do you keepnThe letters that never came?nWhere are the broken promises?nAnd the ones that got away?nWhere do you keep the dreams that never came true?nThe friends who weren't there for you?nThe life that wasn't waiting for you?nIt all can't be inside of younnAnd that's whynI'm askingnWhere do you keep all that disappointment?nAs you pass bynI'm thinkingnWhere do you keep all that disappointment?n'Cause you look just finenYou seem just fine