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