🎶 “Sad, But Untrue (Prairie Village Version)”

Verse 1
Summer isn’t over, but the whispers never sleep,
Porch lights on in secret wars, the quiet cuts so deep.
Maps held like confession, doors knocked with a sigh,
They sell the fear like perfume and call it alibi.

Pre-Chorus
Oh Lori, your stories are louder than the truth,
Calling neighbors “insiders” while you play the victim too.
A coalition of shadows, rehearsed like a play,
And when the facts don’t fit the script, you just look away.

Chorus
Sad, but untrue — fairy tale blues,
Painting villains in the council while you’re hiding the view.
You call it “grassroots,” but it’s bitterness in bloom,
Sad, but untrue… and the drama’s out of tune.

Verse 2
Homes across the state line, jet streams in the sky,
Saying “I’m just a neighbor” with a ticket to deny.
Preaching sacrifice and struggle from thirty thousand feet,
But it’s hard to love a village when you never walk its streets.

Pre-Chorus
Oh Rae and Lauren, Greg too, what a cast,
A Shakespeare production with rumors built to last.
But democracy’s not theater, and truth isn’t a game,
You can hashtag hysteria, but the ending’s still the same.

Bridge (builds softly, then crescendos)
We’re not your backdrop, not your stage,
Not your headline for suburban rage.
The porch lights glow, the parks still sing,
The people here deserve the real thing.

Final Chorus (slowed, intimate, then full power)
Sad, but untrue — we see right through,
Every chain-letter fairytale you push on the news.
The village is stronger than the storms you pursue,
Sad, but untrue…
And Lori, this song’s for you. 🎶