Driving to work, I had the radio on, Only to hear Curtis Granderson´s gone. Reminders they come in empty lots, 67´ took these city blocks. Can we meet in the middle?
Can I turn you around? Let´s talk a little and we can go downtown. Decorations won´t be wasted, I´ll be taking any beauty I see And I´ll try to give it to ya. Let´s not hear that story again, One that´s drilled in to our heads. I´ll hold dear neighbours and friends, Who hold dear ideas of dissent. I was confused the day that we met, All I kept hearing was "Michigan Left". Those old nicknames, they don´t make any sense He said let me explain...