Dandelion Seeds | Mike Vitale (Original)

“Dandelion Seeds”
words and music by Michael Patrick Vitale

We’re dandelion seeds in the wind
A couple kids playing pretend
Making wishes in the weeds
Reading our futures off of tarot cards and tea leaves

Wandering around the bend
With one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the bitter end
Reaching out towards the stars
Above a Hollywood sign and an ocean of cars

I have my opinion, but you’re full of your own
And there’s plenty of windshield time with our thoughts alone
And some could wage argue that truth is both moot and plural
Yet I’m still in love with the girl
Still in love with the girl

We’re dandelion seeds in the wind
A couple kids playing pretend
Making wishes in the weeds
Reading our futures off of tarot cards and tea leaves

Wandering around the bend
With one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the bitter end
Reaching out towards the stars
Above a Hollywood sign and an ocean of cars

I have my opinion, but you’re full of your own
And there’s plenty of windshield time with our thoughts alone
And some could wage argue that truth is both moot and plural
Yet I’m still in love with the girl
Still in love with the girl
I’m still in love with the girl
I’m still in love with the girl

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"Want" | Mike Vitale (Original)

“Want”
words and music by Mike Vitale

A tall glass of water
A safe bed to sleep
A roof overhead
Warm food to eat

A world full of want
Desires and dues
Everyone needs something
Without exception too

Someone to hug us
When we’re feeling blue
Someone to love us
Through and through

Everyone wants
We’re all living proof
Everyone needs something
And I’m no exception too

Maybe under an overpass and over this life
Feeling all alone and cold and scared and hungry at night
Empty as a Dixie cup, discarded just the same
Crumpled up and wasted under pliable walls, blankets, and rain

Who here marks value on things you can count
Please add up all the tents and tarps standing about
Everyone here needs a home and no one ever wants to feel alone