Kenny White - Working On A Way lyrics

It's not that I don't want to walk you all the way tonight I've got this thing in the morning, alright? I want to be rested, need to look sharp Get a better version of myself to show The one you said you liked so much A few nights ago Here's five bucks, take a taxi or Spend it on an ice cream cone Something sweet like you, but you're gonna have to eat alone I gotta find something decent to wear All my crap's so old, I swear This eye twitch came from nowhere Makes me look jumpy and scared Like I need a fix Like I get my kicks Touring with Styx So I can get chicks Damn these ticks I've got to get out my Schick and shave I'm working on a way To get us out of here They'll all show up one day And we'll be gone shifting gears You can't get nothing here but old we're gonna turn rust into gold It might seem like we're doomed to stay But I'm working on a way What do you mean? We make love plenty It's just not as urgent Could you say it a little louder I don't think that guy in the semi heard you While we're on the subject I had another dream about How I get so far up there And can't find my way back out When I finally do I have one less particular And guys, you know, we like things big If only just vehicular You s** for saying I'll never change And I s** for never changing I'm working on a way to get us out of here They'll all show up one day And we'll be gone shifting gears You can't get nothing here but old We're gonna turn rust into gold It might seem like we're doomed to stay Well, I'm working on a way I like those bluegra** licks I'm crazy about the way they sing I love it when the banjo picks that dingdikadingdikadingding Hey come here, look at this map Maybe we'll head toward Blue Ridge Somewhere South like that Where Billie Jo jumped off that bridge Did they figure that one out I think it was suicide It'll feel so good when we can ride ride ride I always think it's nice down there The trees and the sky so big Then I get this picture of Ned Beatty Squealing like a pig I'm working on a way To get us out of here They'll all show up one day And we'll be gone shifting gears You can't get nothing here but old But we're gonna turn rust into gold It might seem like we're doomed to stay But I'm working on a way (repeat) dan rieser…drums paul ossola…upright ba** antoine silverman…violin riley mcmahon…el. guitar kenny white…piano