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Wild Things Grow

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Lyrics

Verse 1

I was never made for highways

Or a life that moves too fast

I like following the tree line

Where the pavement fades to grass

Give me dirt beneath my sneakers

Give me branches overhead

A little garden in the morning

And a book beside my bed

Pre-Chorus

I don't need a life that's perfect

I just need a life that feels like mine

Where there's room for growing slowly

And enough sky to change my mind

Chorus

Let the wild things grow

Let the garden take its time

Let the roses climb the old fence

And the ivy cross the line

Let the little bees keep working

Let the rain come when it will

There's a thousand ways to feel alive

When you finally stand still

Verse 2

I want windows open in summer

Curtains moving with the breeze

Bare feet walking through the backyard

Picking clover from my knees

I want autumn on the doorstep

Copper leaves along the drive

A kitchen full of morning sunlight

And enough time to notice life

Pre-Chorus

Maybe I've been looking too far

For the things that make life sweet

When they're growing all around me

In the places underneath my feet

Chorus

Let the wild things grow

Let the garden take its time

Let the roses climb the old fence

And the ivy cross the line

Let the little bees keep working

Let the rain come when it will

There's a thousand ways to feel alive

When you finally stand still

Bridge

I don't want a perfect picture

I don't want a life on display

I want muddy shoes by the doorway

And sunlight finding its way

I want to know the names of flowers

I want to watch the seasons turn

I want to keep a heart that notices

Every little thing the years might blur

Final Chorus

Let the wild things grow

Let the garden take its time

Let the roses climb the old fence

Let the morning fill the sky

Let the little bees keep working

Let the whole world carry on

I'll be right here among the green

Watching everything become

Outro

So let the wild things grow

I won't ask them to behave

I'll leave a little room for wonder

And let nature have its way

And if there's a little bee

Dancing through the garden with me

I'll know I've found my place

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