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

Airplane is flying up in the sky

Making a pattern with the white lines

Looks like a heart

Or maybe a pie