A Daisy Through Concrete

Wake up the dying, don't wake up the dead
Change what your sayin', don't change what you said
Now that its time that I got out of bed

When I walk myself down Sycamore Street
The sun beats down, no shoes on my feet
And then 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 then I stumble on a daisy through concrete

Here we go
Oh, yeah
That's 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 then I stumble on a daisy through concrete

A daisy through concrete