Wild Sage Lyrics
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