Thats how I like it
When I'll walk myself down sycamore street
They know that home doesn't feel very far
And I stumble on a daisy through concrete
When I'll walk myself down sycamore street
And I stumble on a daisy through concrete
The sun beats down no shoes on my feet
The sun beats down no shoes on my feet
Here we go
The sun beats down no shoes on my feet
Now that its time that I got out of bed
Airplane is flying up in the sky
Making a pattern with the white lines
Know that it's good they don't care where they are
When I'll walk myself down sycamore street
Pink and brown babies in pink stroller cars
And I stumble on a daisy through concrete
Looks like a heart or maybe a pie
Oh yeah
