Texty: Trisha Yearwood. Standing Out In A Crowd.

Mother said, "Stand up straight,
Don't make your classmates make you feel like you don't belong
So not like the rest of them, someday the best of them
Will realize they were wrong"
But my world different and lonely
The last place I wanted to be
Was standing out in a crowd

When the spotlight finds you, and singles you out
What are they whispering about?
Thinking up ways, to take up less face
I can't see the grace in it (stand up and brace in it)

Standing out in a crowd
Too short, too tall, flower against the wall, the last one chosen to play
Too smart, too dumb, too strange a place to be from
Same shoes every day
With all these ways to be different
Then maybe that's how you fit in
By standing out in a crowd

When the spotlight finds you, and singles you out
What are they whispering about?
Thinking up ways, to take up less face
Stand up and brace in it

It's funny how now it's not such a bad place to be
Standing up in a crowd
Standing up in a crowd

Standing up in a crowd
When the spotlight finds you, and singles you out
What are they whispering about?
Thinking up ways, to take up less face
There's no escape in
Standing up in a crowd
Standing up in a crowd