Текст песни Wild Sage (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 4) - The Mountain Goats
I leave the house as soon as it gets light outside
Like a prisoner breaking out of jail
And I steal down to business highway 15-501
Like I had a bounty hunter on my tail
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, I count my steps
Headed vaguely eastward, sun in my eyes
And I lose my footing
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
On some days I don′t miss my family
On some days I do
On some days I think I'd feel better if I tried harder
Most days I know that′s not true
I lay down right where I fell, cold grass in my face
And I can hear the traffic like the rhythm of the tides
And I stare at the scrape on the heel of my hand
Until it doesn't sting so much
Until the blood's dried
And when somebody asks me, "John, are you okay?"
I don′t know what to say
And along the highway
From cast-off, innumerable seeds
Wild sage growing in the weeds
Thank you
And now I ask in ernest
Does somebody have a cable?
I mean, I was still feelin′ it
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