On the one train
Thirty from you
"See you never"
Never comes true
Selling flowers on a Saturday
My farmer boy in blue
Abingdon Square
Bus Stop Café
Smell the fruit stands
Hear the subway
Is there even a you and I?
Or are there just lonely Saturdays?
Do you mold me into shape?
Make me just how you'd like me to be?
If I were in your place
Would I be blue farmer boy too?
Staring at space
Above your head
You say, "daisy season
Has long been dead"
Can't remember where I went wrong
Or what else was left unsaid
Pick an apple
From an orchard
Bring it to your one-light town
It's a flower grown sweet and juicy
Farmer boy don't make me turn back now
Do you mold me into shape?
Make me just how you'd like me to be?
If I were in your place
Would I be blue farmer boy too?
daisy season Video (MV)
Performed By: fourteenth grade
Language: English
Length: 3:56
Written by: Adrien Stein, James Waters
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English
On the one train
Thirty from you
"See you never"
Never comes true
Selling flowers on a Saturday
My farmer boy in blue
Abingdon Square
Bus Stop Café
Smell the fruit stands
Hear the subway
Is there even a you and I?
Or are there just lonely Saturdays?
Do you mold me into shape?
Make me just how you'd like me to be?
If I were in your place
Would I be blue farmer boy too?
Staring at space
Above your head
You say, "daisy season
Has long been dead"
Can't remember where I went wrong
Or what else was left unsaid
Pick an apple
From an orchard
Bring it to your one-light town
It's a flower grown sweet and juicy
Farmer boy don't make me turn back now
Do you mold me into shape?
Make me just how you'd like me to be?
If I were in your place
Would I be blue farmer boy too?
Thirty from you
"See you never"
Never comes true
Selling flowers on a Saturday
My farmer boy in blue
Abingdon Square
Bus Stop Café
Smell the fruit stands
Hear the subway
Is there even a you and I?
Or are there just lonely Saturdays?
Do you mold me into shape?
Make me just how you'd like me to be?
If I were in your place
Would I be blue farmer boy too?
Staring at space
Above your head
You say, "daisy season
Has long been dead"
Can't remember where I went wrong
Or what else was left unsaid
Pick an apple
From an orchard
Bring it to your one-light town
It's a flower grown sweet and juicy
Farmer boy don't make me turn back now
Do you mold me into shape?
Make me just how you'd like me to be?
If I were in your place
Would I be blue farmer boy too?
Writer: Adrien Stein, James Waters
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid