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

I think it's time I got out of bed

And 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

They know that it's good, they don't care where they are

They know that home doesn't feel very far

And I walk myself down Sycamore Street

The sun beats down, no shoes on my feet

And I stumble on a daisy through concrete



Airplane is flying up in the sky

Making a pattern with the white lines

Looks like a heart or maybe a pie

And 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