Lyric:
[ verse ]
Reach high and tickle the clouds,
avoid the tramplers in the crowds.
Home on the curb at the fire hydrant
neon lights flicker, glowing vibrant.
Yet I feel incredibly alone,
across from the old graffiti stone.
Roots deep through cracked concrete,
cars keep grinding down the street.
[ chorus ]
There’s a woman looking down at me.
She bends over and whispers, quietly.
[ whispered ]
“Where did you come from?”
She wants to pick me, and I’d allow her,
as I’m only a lonely sidewalk flower.
[ verse ]
I’m a loner, as you see,
I have a few friends, honey bees.
The pups get up in my face,
they’re cute, but invade my space.
The days are long, nights are cold
and I get taller as I grow old
Every day people pass me by
and I dream of being high up in the sky.
[ chorus ]
There’s a woman looking down at me.
She bends over and whispers quietly.
[ whispered ]
“Where did you come from?”
She wants to pick me and I’d allow her,
as I’m only a lonely sidewalk flower.
[ bridge ]
She takes me up to her apartment
Away from the old cold cement
She places me upon her window sill
This view up here is such a thrill!
[ chorus ]
And there she is, looking at me.
She leans over and whispers quietly.
[ spoken ]
“You’re just what this spot needed!”
Now I stand high on her window sill,
a newly adopted sidewalk daffodil.
