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 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 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 I stumble on a daisy through concrete A daisy through concrete...
1 comment:
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 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 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 I stumble on a daisy through concrete
A daisy through concrete...
Post a Comment