Anna:
Spare Am I really just the spare
I ' m not part of the town not born to be queen
Just somebody hopelessly inbetween
She ' s the scholar athlete poet
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 might 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 on 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 second born sister
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 too share
So I ' ll never be the heir
But I ' m more than just a spare
