Wes King - Second String lyrics

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 shoulderpads 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 O 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 Ooh, 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 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 to 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 Mmm, don't you know, I know Oh, don't you know, I know, mmm... I know how it feels, hey!