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.