Wild Sage

Wild Sage - The Mountain Goats

Written by：John Darnielle

I leave the house as

Soon as it gets light

Outside

Like a prisoner

Breaking

Out of jail

And I steal down to business 15 501

Like I had

A bounty

Hunter on my tail

And somebody stops

To pick me up

But he drops me off just down the block

And along the highway

Where the empty

Spirits breathe

Wild sage growing

In the weeds

Walked down the soft shoulder

And I

Count my steps

Headed vaguely eastward

Sun in my eyes

And I lose my footing

And

I skin my hands breaking my fall

I laugh to myself

And look up at the skies

And then I think I hear angels

In my ears

Like marbles being thrown against a mirror

And along the highway

Where unlucky stray dogs bleed

Wild sage growing

In the weeds

And some days I don't miss my family

Some days I do

Some days I think I'd feel better

If I tried harder

Most days I know it's not true

I lay down right where I felt

Cold grass in my face

And I hear the traffic

Like the rhythm of the tides

And I stare at the scrape

On the heel of my hand

'Till it doesn't sting so much

And until the blood's dried

And when somebody asks

If I'm okay

I don't know what to say

And along the highway

From cast off innumerable seeds

Wild sage growing

In the weeds