Wrong

I try to shoot for the highest star. You laugh and say I won't get far. How wrong you are!
Though I've struggled in the past, I hope success will come at last.
No, you're not strong! How wrong you are!

Children climb a tree saying: "Look at me!"
At the top, what do they see? The higher heights they can be!

Trapped right where you are, gas tank empty in your car. How wrong you are!
Going crazy at the bar in a line at the pissoire.
Next time use a jar! How wrong you are!

You call my plans juvenile as you smile your sickly smile.
Then you sit and watch TV, find nothing there worthwhile.

On the roadside you are stuck. Waiting for a truck
Who before he will pass, may provide some gas.

You call my plans juvenile as you smile your sickly smile.
Then you sit and watch TV, find nothing there worthwhile.

No, you're not strong! You say I won't get far!
No, you're not strong! How wrong you are!

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Rod Mitchell