Somebody Else's Road
Jana Stanfield & Karen Taylor-Good
Trying out for cheerleader, a mouthful of new braces
I jump, I yell, the gym becomes an endless sea of faces
They call the winners one by one, I pray I'll hear my name
The last name called is my best friend, I hang my head in shame
Oh, sometimes when a blessing comes it's hard to understand
My voice was meant for music, I was meant to join the band
Somebody else's road might seem smoother than my own
Might lead to greener pastures, might be paved with gold
When I look with envy at where other people go
I remind myself that's somebody else's road
Every time I hit a barricade that I don't want to see there
I close my eyes and look again hoping it won't be there
I throw myself against it and find that it won't move
Even so I'll push and shove until I'm black and blue
Till finally it occurs to me could this be a sign
Telling me as plain as day this road isn't mine
Somebody else's road might seem smoother than my own
Might lead to greener pastures, might be paved with gold
When I look with envy at where other people go
I remind myself that's somebody else's road
When it seems I'm going nowhere
Wandering aimlessly
I have to trust that where I am
Is right where I need to be
Somebody else's road might seem smoother than my own
Might lead to greener pastures, might be paved with gold
When I look with envy at where other people go
I remind myself that's somebody else's road
Jana Stanfield & Karen Taylor-Good
Trying out for cheerleader, a mouthful of new braces
I jump, I yell, the gym becomes an endless sea of faces
They call the winners one by one, I pray I'll hear my name
The last name called is my best friend, I hang my head in shame
Oh, sometimes when a blessing comes it's hard to understand
My voice was meant for music, I was meant to join the band
Somebody else's road might seem smoother than my own
Might lead to greener pastures, might be paved with gold
When I look with envy at where other people go
I remind myself that's somebody else's road
Every time I hit a barricade that I don't want to see there
I close my eyes and look again hoping it won't be there
I throw myself against it and find that it won't move
Even so I'll push and shove until I'm black and blue
Till finally it occurs to me could this be a sign
Telling me as plain as day this road isn't mine
Somebody else's road might seem smoother than my own
Might lead to greener pastures, might be paved with gold
When I look with envy at where other people go
I remind myself that's somebody else's road
When it seems I'm going nowhere
Wandering aimlessly
I have to trust that where I am
Is right where I need to be
Somebody else's road might seem smoother than my own
Might lead to greener pastures, might be paved with gold
When I look with envy at where other people go
I remind myself that's somebody else's road
2 comments:
Very true indeed. But remember that the most important word in that chorus is "seem." No one's journey is paved with gold. The grass is always greener, as they say. Once you got over that fence though, you probably find it's not nearly as fantastic as you thought it would be. We all have trials and tribulations and we're all expected to deal with them. Such is life!
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