A Daisy Through Concrete

E D 4X 3 3 E D A D Wake up the dying, don't wake up the dead E D A D Change what you're saying, don't change what you've said E D A D Now that it's time that I got out of bed A E G D When I'll walk myself down Sycamore Street A E G D The sun beats down, no shoes on my feet A E B E D E D And I stumble on, a daisy through concrete E D A D Pink and brown babies in pink stroller cars, E D A D Know that it's good, they don't care where they are E D A D They know that home doesn't feel very far INSTRUMENTAL - same chord pattern as Chorus E D A D Airplane is flyin' up in the sky E D A D Makin' a pattern with the white lines E D A D Looks like a heart or maybe a pie