A Daisy Through Concrete

Wake up the dying

Dont wake up the dead

Change what your sayin'

Don't change what you've said

Now that it's time

That I got out of bed

When I'll 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 Istumble on

A daisy through concrete

(Here we go)

(Oh, yeah)

(Thats how I like it)

Airplane is flyin' up in the sky

Makin' 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