Market Girl

Wooden walls Kitchen balls Cricket calls are turning into night life And there's an inch of rain on the floor Maybe more Tell the landlord next time he should fix it right Oh whoa oh oh I remember I was five sitting watching fire in the sky When it was easier for me to feel different 'bout the Fourth of July And the fireworks they'd always make me cry Oh whoa oh oh She's a market girl She'll take it right off your hands Water towers Summer showers Go for hours staring at the window And you grew up across the street To help me sleep you said that I should read more Stealing people's mail we'd run from door to door Oh whoa oh oh She's a market girl She'll take it right off your hands