A Daisy Through Concrete

Wake up the dying Don't wake up the dead Change what you're saying Don't change what you said Now that it's time that I got out of bed When I walk myself Down Sycamore Street The sun beats down No shoes on my feet And I stumble on A daisy through concrete Pink and brown babies In pink stroller cars Know that it's good They don't care where they are They know that home Doesn't feel very far When I walk myself Down Sycamore Street The sun beats down No shoes on my feet And I stumble on A daisy through concrete Here we go Oh yeah That's how I like it Airplane is flying up in the sky Making a pattern With the white lines Looks like a heart Or maybe a pie When I walk myself Down Sycamore Street The sun beats down No shoes on my feet And I stumble on A daisy through concrete A daisy through concrete