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