The Mountain Goats – Wild Sage (Guitar)

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I leave the house as soon as it gets light outside

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Like a prisoner breaking out of jail

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And I steal down to Business 15-501

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Like I had a bounty hunter on my tail

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And somebody stops to pick me up

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But he drops me off just down the block

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And along the highway where the empty spirits breathe

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Wild sage growing in the weeds

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Walked down the soft shoulder and I count my steps

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Heading vaguely eastward, sun in my eyes

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And I lose my footing and I skin my hands, breaking my fall

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And I laugh to myself and look up at the skies

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And then I think I hear angels in my ears

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Like marbles being thrown against a mirror

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And along the highway, where unlucky stray dogs bleed

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Wild sage growing in the weeds

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And some days I don't miss my family

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And some days I do

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And some days I think I'd feel better if I tried harder

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Most days I know it's not true

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I lay down right where I fell, cold grass in my face

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And I hear the traffic like the rhythm of the tides

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And I stare at the scrape on the heel of my hand

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'Til it doesn't sting so much and until the blood's dried

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And when somebody asks if I'm ok, I don't know what to say

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And along the highway, from cast-off, innumerable seeds

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Wild sage growing in the weeds