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My Entree to the song contest at Music Fight Club. Contest theme "Flowers" If you like the song hit that Like Button. Thanks 📀 Stream more from Thomas Bach - The Lyricist 🎶Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4ELGwkfhSGHIezyowGyjAm 🎵YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@THELYRICISTAUSTIN [Verse 1, acoustic guitar, intimate] You showed up at my door with dirt on your jeans Said you'd been driving, following some dream I poured the coffee, you talked about the sky And I remembered why I never said goodbye [Verse 2, entering with airy vocal] The window's open, the curtains breathe There's something growing underneath This old floorboard, this tired town I think it's time we let it out [Chorus, both voices together, huge and open] Wildflowers, yeah we grew where we stood Through the hard dirt and the bad wood Wildflowers, doing the best we could Yeah, wildflowers, wildflowers [Verse 3] Some folks plant roses, manicure the rows We just let the wind decide where the seed goes It ain't always pretty, it ain't always fair But something real is growing here [Verse 4] I was tangled up in vines of my own making You came along and set my heart shaking Not with a shovel, not with a plan Just a gentle, calloused hand [Chorus, both, building with harmony] Wildflowers, yeah we grew where we stood Through the hard dirt and the bad wood Wildflowers, doing the best we could Yeah, wildflowers, wildflowers [Bridge stripped back] The winter came and we thought we'd die But the roots held on, you and I Now the sun is warm, the rain is good We're still standing like we should [Guitar Solo, jangly and melodic, with swaying vocalizations in background] [Chorus, triumphant, full band] Wildflowers, yeah we grew where we stood Through the hard dirt and the bad wood Wildflowers, doing the best we could Yeah, wildflowers, wildflowers [Outro, both, voices softening, acoustic guitar] (Wildflowers...) (Wildflowers...) (We grew where we stood...)