Second String Songtext
von Wes King

Eighth grade
Away football game
There′s a chill in the air
Mouthpieces and gatorade
My girlfriend's a cheerleader
I′m infatuated with the girl with the game

My shoulder pads are too small
My helmet's way too big
My uniform's too clean
I haven′t touched the ball
She′s watching me again
Oh God, please make the coach put me in

I know what it feels like to be second string
Well, I know what it feels like
To just sit on the bench and watch your friends play
And wonder why you're even on the team
I know second string


First date
I just got my driver′s license
There's fog on the road
We′re lost and really late
Driving Mama's car
The wrong way on an exit ramp

I know what it feels like to be second string
I know what it feels like
To just sit on the bench and watch your friends play
And wonder why you′re even on the team
I know second string

Long time ago
There was a shepherd boy
He tended his sheep
He was of Jesse's line
And there was a war going on
When he got drafted by the Lord

Oh no, no
His shoulder bones were too small
His suit of armor too big
His sword was way too heavy
Still he heeded the call
Armed with his faith
Five stones and a slingshot


I know what it feels like to be second string
I know what it feels like
To just sit on the bench and watch your friends play
Well, I know what it feels like to be second string
I know what it feels like
To just sit on the bench and watch your friends play
And wonder why you're even on the team

I know
I know second string
I know second string
Don′t you know I know
Oh, don′t you know I know
I know how it feels, hey