[Verse 1] Italianhippie on the couch Anime eyes and a half-burned ounce Cats on his lap, the room goes soft Mouse clicks late when the world gets loud He laughs at jokes the screen forgot Then stares at the door like, “What am I not?” [Pre-Chorus] Why was I wired like this? Why do new faces feel like this? I rehearse a hello in my head Then the moment arrives and it slips instead [Chorus] Italianhippie, hold on tight You still got dreams in the dead of night Italianhippie, don’t let go Some hearts bloom slow, some never know Italianhippie, say it plain You want a hand when the days feel strange You want a home, you want a clue You want someone who gets the real you [Verse 2] At forty-three, the jokes get thin Everybody else seems born in sync Girls talk easy, he freezes up Feels like his soul got the wrong-size cup He wants to ask, “Want to stay?” But the words get scared and walk away And every time he tries to start It lands like rain on a windowpane heart [Pre-Chorus] Was I made for this world? Or just to watch it swirl? He checks his breath, he tries his best Still feels one step behind the rest [Chorus] Italianhippie, hold on tight You still got dreams in the dead of night Italianhippie, don’t let go Some hearts bloom slow, some never know Italianhippie, say it plain You want a hand when the days feel strange You want a home, you want a clue You want someone who gets the real you [Bridge] He sees that little farm in his mind A rusted gate and some peace to find Goats in the yard, a dog at his feet A place where loneliness can’t talk so deep But money’s tight and time moves fast Still he keeps one stubborn spark that lasts If the door stays shut, he knocks again If the night stays long, he waits for dawn [Chorus] Italianhippie, hold on tight You still got dreams in the dead of night Italianhippie, don’t let go Some hearts bloom slow, some never know Italianhippie, say it plain You want a hand when the days feel strange You want a home, you want a clue You want someone who gets the real you [Outro] Maybe love comes late Maybe the path bends strange But he’s still here And that has to mean something (Italianhippie)
