Mountain Goats, The - Wild Sage Lyrics






I leave 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
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
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





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  1. A.... 6....

    This is often the way I find a place to guerrilla garden. Except there's usually a bicycle involved.

  2. a.... ....

    lyrics
    I leave 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
    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
    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

  3. p.... p....

    This....is shockling good.

  4. R.... S....

    best album they made In my opinion

  5. M.... L....

    why are there only 9 likes when over 4000 people have viewed?

    M.... L....

    No dislikes so far. Seems about right.

    M.... L....

    4 dislikes now...explain that!

    M.... L....

    YouTube hasn't always had a like button so it is likely that most views came from before the button was there