The Mountain Goats – Wild Sage lyrics

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 sprits breathed,
Wild sage growing in the weeds.

Walked down the soft shoulder and I count my steps.
Heading vaguely eastward, sun in my eyes.
And I lose my footing and I skin my hands, breaking my fall.
And 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.
And some days I do.
And 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 fell, 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 somebodyone asks if I'm ok, I don't know what to say.
And along the highway, from cast-off, innumerable seeds,
Wild sage growing in the weeds.