Lyrics
Past the bus stop where the paint peels off the wall A seam the town forgot to mend Yellow, leaning through it Like it read the sign and wasn't convinced I walked past for weeks, eyes on my shoes Then one morning I said hello Wildflower Never planted Only carried Set down, nothing promised And I opened anyway They said wait For better soil Wait until someone picks the spot I wrote my first song on a bus ticket With a pencil I never gave back Roots don't need a permit Wildflower Never owed a garden Just the morning And the ground below I made a color of the gray If they cut me down by Friday I'll be back before the paint is dry Not out of spite The sun still finds this wall That's reason enough to open once more Wildflower Tell the wind I landed Nothing here was meant to grow So I bloomed and now it's home (now it's home) (anyway) (now it's home) (now it's home)