Flew the crow, many days ago Pulled by distant lands Felt he couldn't drink from the cup In his hands Sour Grapes And a mouth agape Fell right into place Left me with quite a, quite a Peculiar taste Kedzie, Kedzie, Kedzie Can't remember the way Step right up, do your best Streets are living More beats than your breath Really eases my stride Guess some places don't really Catch my eye Kedzie, Kedzie, Kedzie Can't remember the way Rusted beams Sparks and cracks Conductors coaxing the night to sleep But the lights never dim All the years only thickened Thickened the skin Kedzie, Kedzie, Kedzie