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