Wouldn't It Be Nice To Be Proud

Now I've found a little time

To take a look back

From the caboose

And follow the tracks of my life.

They're tangled about lying true.

And I know it's just me,

My point of view,

But those are the

Important two,

And I don't need

To check with the crowd.

Wouldn't it be nice to be proud?

The door was open

And into the night.

I jumped through

And turned on the light.

I started to see

Though it wasn't that bright

I saw island sky

But it wasn't all blue.

My aces weren't right

But I didn't want to lose,

So I put up a fight

And screamed out loud.

Wouldn't it be nice to be proud?

And when it all is clear,

The time to repair

Disappears

Takin' with it chances left untried.

See my friends

Huddled together,

Tryin' to stay warm

In nasty weather.

We'd beat the odds,

Whenever they'd call.

And all the jokes

That I played on friends

Never did get

Me in the end.

I guess I was

Given more than allowed.

Wouldn't it be nice to be proud?

And when it all is clear

The time to repair

Disappears

Takin' with it chances left untried.