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