to all the years full of front porch stories
  failed plans and procrastination
  to r.a.g.n. sowing what others may implore
  i've been broke and forlorn and caught out with the best at acca yard
  oh it just goes to show, to desert friends like these streets
  i would be crazy
  to all the years full of backyard parties
  winters in hibernation
  to assaulting views with dominion at our door
  healing but scarred
  there's bullet holes in a porch in jackson ward
  oh it just goes to show, to desert friends like these streets
  i would be crazy
  it goes to show, to dessert friends like these streets
  i would be crazy
  i sat back to consider what has been within a decade counted
  should i fly? should i settle?
  will i find peace in time, in the face of growing old?
  to all the years full of untold stories
  futures free of isolation
  to all those gone who in thought and heart live on
  on and on you never gave up and i got this far
  oh it just goes to show, with friends like these to leave
  i would be crazy
  it goes to show, with friends like these to leave
  i would be crazy
    Thanks to sebastien (houle16_seb@hotmail.com) for these lyrics