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 my as plain as day This road isn’t mine
REPEAT CHORUS
Bridge: When it seems I’m going nowhere
Wandering aimlessly
I have to trust that where I am
Is right where I need to be
REPEAT CHORUS
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
THAT’S SOMEBODY ELSE’S ROAD
THAT’S SOMEBODY ELSE’S ROAD
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