Southern Illinois Street
Canopied sycamore trees
Wears its age on its sleeve
Neighborhood kids duck next to front porches and crack eggs
Orange juice and sugar mixed with sticks on a bed of dead leaves and dirt
Making secrets and having feelings before feelings hurt
We're in the backyard
The temperature has plummeted
We were crushed up and grounded with a little bit of sugar
And I packed the bed and headed for the corner
Past the kids and the porches
That's where I lost my buddy, and buried my buddy
I get crushed up and grounded