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