Put Your Records On

Three little birds sat on my window

And they told me I don't need to worry

Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet

Little girls slept while touching the concrete

Maybe sometimes we've got it wrong

But it's alright

The more things seem to change

The more they stay the same

Don't you hesitate

Girl, put your records on

Tell me your favorite song

You go ahead, let your hair down

Sapphire and faded jeans

I hope you get your dreams

Just go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow