eels - A daisy trough concrete

Wake up the dying, don't wake up the dead
change what you're sayin', don't change what you've 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 flyin' up in the sky
makin' a pattern with the white lines
looks like a heart or maybe a pie