A Daisy Through Concrete

Lyrics for 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