Southern Illinois Street Canopied sycamore trees Wears it's age on it's sleeve Neighborhood kids duck next to Front porches and crack eggs Orange juice and sugar Mixed with sticks on a bed of 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 Crushed up and Grounded with a little bit of And I pack the bags, heading for the corner Past the kids and the porches That's where I lost my buddy He packed his bags, my buddy I get crushed up Crushed up We were crushed Crushed up