(Jim Quealy)

Rolling with the punches can be a rough, but graceful dance   

A higher score is easy sometimes and a convenient circumstance

You reach new heights, your name in lights

Your entourage has grown

Everybody wants to know what goes on inside your home

Winning is the greatest feat, the world has ever known

But Losing has a Dignity

All Its Own   

That ill-fated reunion, the night you lost in love

You couldn't turn the pages back

What were you thinking of

Voices from those early years in odd familiar tones

Speaking modern languages, better left alone

Winning is the greatest feat the world has ever known

But, Losing has a Dignity

All Its Own

Some of them are lucky; some of them are smart

Some come home with trophies; some with broken hearts

Some are bound for glory; some for the great unknown

The justice in this story, history has shown

Winning is the greatest feat the world has ever known

But Losing has a Dignity

All Its Own