I'm not part of the town, not born to be queen Just somebody hopelessly in-between Their the scholars, athletes, poets I'm the screw-up, don't I know it But then who could ever compare? Of course they're gonna think I'm just the spare Well, I won't care
So I'm the extra button on a coat In case another one comes loose But if I have to be a button Why can't I be a button that's of use? (Oops!) I may lack style and I may lack grace And once in a while I fall on my face But this little button deserves a place in the sky This button wants to fly
Wait, buttons can't fly, it doesn't make any sense!
So I'm a rusty horseshoe hanging up Over somebody's old barn door And I'll be hanging there forever Just wishing the horse had one leg more And maybe I can't be the perfect one And maybe I err on the side of fun But horseshoes need a chance to run somewhere This horseshoe is more than just a spare
Someday I'll find my thing A thing that's all my own That thing that makes me part of something Not just all alone If only all this feeling I have in my heart Could mean something to someone, how I'd love to play that part
So I'm just the third royal triplet Who most of the town ignores Like a button, like a horseshoe Like a girl who's bad at metaphors
Maybe I don't have a magic touch And maybe I don't have a talent as such Just this heart with much too much to share So I'll never be the heir
But I'm more than just the spare (Oh Sorry!)