That boy had the highest of expectationsnAnd he heard that Jesus would fill him upnMaybe something got lost in the languagenIf this was full, then why bother?nnThis was not the way it looked on the billboardnSmiling family beaming down on the interstatennYou know that we all try to blame someonenBut our dreams won’t rise up from their sleepnAnd the reaching of the steeple felt like one morenExpensive ad for something cheapnnThis was not the way it looked on the billboardnSmiling family beaming down on the interstatennDressed up nice for the congregationnScared somebody’s gonna find him outnThrough the din and the clatter of the hallelujahsnA stained glass Jesus singsnnThis was not the way it looked on the billboardnSmiling family beaming down on the interstate