Wooden walls 
Kitchen balls 
Cricket calls are turning into night life 
And there's an inch of rain on the floor 
Maybe more 
Tell the landlord next time he should fix it right 

Oh whoa oh oh 

I remember I was five sitting watching fire in the sky 
When it was easier for me to feel different 'bout the 
Fourth of July 
And the fireworks they'd always make me cry 


She's a market girl 
She'll take it right off your hands 

Water towers 
Summer showers 
Go for hours staring at the window 
And you grew up across the street 
To help me sleep you said that I should read more 
Stealing people's mail we'd run from door to door 

Oh whoa oh oh 

She's a market girl 
She'll take it right off your hands