Lily White Way Lyrics - Brian Vander Ark - Brian Vander Ark

I need inspiration, I'm so disconnected 

I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected 

I wish that I came from an edgier place 

With taxis and transients up in my face 

Where you write what you know and you know what you write 

Will be hailed as the second coming 

There's a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless 

And begging for change 

Well, I'm begging for change 

Cause we're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses 

And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for 

Seventy and sunny and one for the money 

And two for the show on my lily white way 

There lives a black man, the seal has been broken 

And they marvel at how he's so very well spoken 

He must be a doctor or something productive 

His body let go, but his color seductive 

And all of the women, he's touching their lives 

While they're safe at home touching themselves 

And the men, they just love that there's something, anything happening at all 

Behind bedroom walls 

Cause they're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses 

And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for 

Seventy and sunny and one for the money 

And two for the show on my lily white way 

There's the sixties throwback who misses the Dead 

She's a liberal at heart but conservative in bed 

And she held out on Starbucks as long as she could 

But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood 

Well, the workers all look down their noses at her 

She'll go broke trying to please them with tips 

So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early 

Where the smell of it hits 

Before it reaches her lips 

She's bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses 

And the uninspired and semi-retired 

She's seventy and sunny, but it's one for the money 

And two for the show on her lily white way 

We're hung up on crosses and old Pagan bosses 

And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for 

Seventy and sunny and one for the money 

And two for the show on my lily white way 

A little destruction makes way for construction 

The city expansion holds traffic for ransom 

And brand new brick buildings, of those I am certain 

Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban 

And welcome the progress or be overrun 

Every third house a pool, every second a gun 

And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide 

It's a neighborhood waltz 

That's the neighborhood pride 

And dresses disheveled from dances with devils 

Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses 

And everything is funny and it's one for the money 

And two for the show on their lily white way 

One night of living is Sunday forgiven 

All for the show on our lily white way 

I need inspiration, I'm so disconnected 

I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected