Benched

August 29, 2009

Sometimes it gets lonely in a small town

Everyone knows your name

But nobody wants you around

You greet each other on the street

Smiling polite and nodding sweet

At home they'll say you're no good on your feet

How could you trip at the game

Last Friday when everyone screamed your name

Take off your cleats and uniform

There's no use for you anymore

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Sometimes it gets lonely in a small town

Everyone knows your name

But it never makes a sound

The ice is layered think

Your notoriety obstinately sticks

But your merits are forgotten quick

You started upending the careful norm

This town has worked too hard to perform

Ignore the smiling welcome sign

And don't forget to wave goodbye