There’s a way about the world that makes the winter water freeze,
A sort of rhythm in the chaos, a bit of cadence to the trees.
There’s a way about the world that makes the summer sunshine glow,
That made me wonder as a child, where dandelion wishes go. 

There’s a way about the world that makes the silver moonlight dance,
And chase the sun across the sky in an impossible romance.
There’s a way about the world that causes hurricanes to churn,
That makes sure the wheel of time and change will never cease to turn.

There’s a way about the world that people seek to understand,
They try to number every second, and count every grain of sand,
They make pictures in the speckled sky that greets us every night,
Draw pointless constellations, from unrelated points of light.

There's a way about the world that we could never comprehend,
We'll simply close our eyes and trust that each beginning has an end.
There's a way about the world that we will simply never know,
But that has never stopped me wondering, where dandelion wishes go.