Saw him on a Friday outside some run down saloon
he was cryin over someone that he felt left much too soon
I said, hey boy don't you cry tonight
let me take you out on this town
he looked at me and smiled as one last tear splashed off the ground
with half a wink he asked me what are you some kind of freak
I told him no, I guess I just feel your vibe is kinda deep
the moon hung over soho
and I counted 16 stars
I pointed at the brightest one and said now that one's ours
he's a dandelion, up on his hill above the sea
he's not exactly everything I thought that he might be
he's a dandelion
he looks like everything I need
I thought he was a flower
but I found out he's a weed
Then I hold on hold on hold on
hold on hold on hold on
he might just be poison