Wake up the dying,

Dont wake up the dead

Change what your sayin,

Dont change what you've said

Now that its time that

I got out of bed



When i'll 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 dont care where they are

They know that home

Doesn't feel very far



When i'll walk myself

Down sycamore street

The sun beats down

No shoes on my feet

And i stumble on

A daisy through concrete



Airplane is flyin up in the sky

Makin a pattern

With the white lines

Looks like a heart

Or maybe a pie