A Daisy Through Concrete

<br>Wake up the dying,<br><br>Dont wake up the dead<br><br>Change what your sayin,<br><br>Dont change what youve said<br><br>Now that its time that<br><br>I got out of bed<br><br><br><br>When Ill walk myself<br><br>Down sycamore street<br><br>The sun beats down<br><br>No shoes on my feet<br><br>And I stumble on<br><br>A daisy through concrete<br><br><br><br>Pink and brown babies<br><br>In pink stroller cars,<br><br>Know that its good<br><br>They dont care where they are<br><br>They know that home<br><br>Doesnt feel very far<br><br><br><br>When Ill walk myself<br><br>Down sycamore street<br><br>The sun beats down<br><br>No shoes on my feet<br><br>And I stumble on<br><br>A daisy through concrete<br><br><br><br>Airplane is flyin up in the sky<br><br>Makin a pattern<br><br>With the white lines<br><br>Looks like a heart<br><br>Or maybe a pie