After the show, after the hardest week
We left from the bar and left him on the street
Left him on the street and walked on down to Queen
Realized our fault, returned and he was gone
After the show, after the hardest week
We left from the bar and lost him on the street
Lost him on the street and walked on down to Queen
Realized our fault, returned and he was gone
Two sisters cry, apologize, until our words run out
My forehead on my sister’s forehead, crying in the crowd
I tell her that I love her more than any silly thoughts
And for those long cold icy moments time for us did stop
Standing out on Dundas Street and waiting for the cab
Night was getting icier, froze over empty hands
Car pulls up in front of me, and stepping out to go
Holly yells, I turn my head, and right out from the cold
Kenyatta, Kenyatta, Kenyatta
He’s holding something
Ran over and ran right up, buckling with joy
He held it back and laughed out loud, he was a drunken boy
But a sweet one, I was playing, fingers turning blue
I told him that I loved him but I wanted to tell you
Kenyatta, Kenyatta, Kenyatta
He’s holding something
Kenyatta, Kenyatta, Kenyatta