She put her roots down in the Georgia clay, not a mile from the Alabama line,
In a world cut into white and black, you make your case but you can never change their minds.

Yeah, yeah.

Have they ever wandered below, beneath the surface of what they're seeing, underneath what is showing'
Little white lies so nicely woven together.

On the school bus, kids are calling names,
She'll bite her lip and act as if she's fine,
It's a no-win when you play their games,
It can break your heart but never change their minds.

Yeah, yeah.

Have to hide your dreams and bide your time,
Learn to keep those pearls away from swine.

It makes me wonder...it makes me wonder if they ever wander below, beneath the surface of what they're seeing, underneath what is showing,
Little white lies so nicely woven together.

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah.

You shake your head and ask, "How can it be'"
I guess some eyes will refuse to ever see.

It makes me wonder...it makes me wonder if they ever wander below, beneath the surface of what they're seeing, underneath what is showing,
Little white lies so nicely woven together.