Michigan Left

Driving to work,
I had the radio on,
Only to hear
Curtis Granderson's gone.
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.

I said,
"Let's not hear
That story again,
One that's drilled
Into our heads.
I'll hold dear
Neighbors and friends,
Who hold dear
Ideas of dissent."

I was confused
The day that we met --
All I kept hearing
Is "Michigan left."
You said those old nicknames,
They don't make any sense.
He said let me explain...