WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE & WALT WILKINS
Parking lot poured out flat and gray
Crack in the middle showed up one day
Dirt and the rain had just enough room
One week later a flower bloomed
From a wild seed on the wind
Found a way to grow again
We don’t know where we’re from
Where to aim, what to become
Drift and spin and settle down
‘Til the next strong wind comes around
A wild seed on the wind
Trying to find a home again
Well you fall someplace hard and tough
Put some roots down, start looking up
Grow something beautiful, try to bloom
Cause a strong wind will be blowing soon
We’re all wild seeds on the wind
Find a way to go and then
Fly and land and grow again
‘Til you find you’re home again
We’re wild seeds on the wind
We’re all wild seeds on the wind
We’re all wild seeds on the wind
© 2022 Owen Temple & Walt Wilkins Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Pedernales Riversongs (BMI)