I like to think
My spirit’s peerless
If danger came
I would be fearless
Should need arise
I’d have the tools
To rush toward trouble
Just like fools
To douse the flames
Or plug the leak
To lift the lame
Or shield the meek
To spot the need
Or see the goal
To steel my soul
And shout, “Let’s roll!”
But now I see
I’ve made mistakes
I just don’t have the stuff
It takes
The world, it seems
Has new restrictions
That fight against
My old convictions
My proof for this belief is that
I lack the guts…to wear a hat
I’d wear my Ranger jersey strolling through the Boston Garden
My Jeter shirt to Fenway and I wouldn’t say, “Beg your pardon.”
Frenchmen don their yellow vests
To stand and face the foe
But I don’t have the fortitude
To wear a red chapeau
And so my claim to valor
Is foolish, in review
For I can’t do the simple things
That even schoolboys do
Should the moment call me, Lord, some courage, give me
And for my boundless cowardice, friends, oh please forgive me.
