Wild Sage
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โฑ๏ธ 4:13 duration
๐ ID: 81501
๐ 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 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
'Til 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
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
'Til 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.25] I leave the house as soon as it gets light outside
[00:14.54] Like a prisoner breaking out of jail
[00:22.88] And I steal down to business 15-501
[00:31.63] Like I had a bounty hunter on my tail
[00:37.72] And somebody stops to pick me up
[00:42.94] But he drops me off just down the block
[00:46.70] And along the highway where the empty spirits breathe
[00:56.78] Wild sage growing in the weeds
[01:05.37] Walked down the soft shoulder and I count my steps
[01:13.82] Headed vaguely eastward, sun in my eyes
[01:22.13] And I lose my footing and I skin my hands breaking my fall
[01:31.32] And I laugh to myself and look up at the skies
[01:37.41] And then I think I hear angels in my ears
[01:42.69] Like marbles being thrown against a mirror
[01:46.31] And along the highway where unlucky stray dogs bleed
[01:56.83] Wild sage growing in the weeds
[02:05.77] And some days I don't miss my family
[02:14.95] And some days I do
[02:22.62] Some days I think I'd feel better if I tried harder
[02:31.43] Most days I know it's not true
[02:39.58] I lay down right where I felt cold grass in my face
[02:48.39] And I hear the traffic like the rhythm of the tides
[02:56.20] And I stare at the scrape on the heel of my hand
[03:04.13] 'Til it doesn't sting so much and until the blood's dried
[03:11.96] And when somebody asks if I'm okay
[03:17.26] I don't know what to say
[03:20.29] And along the highway, from cast-off innumerable seeds
[03:30.92] Wild sage growing in the weeds
[03:44.18]
[00:14.54] Like a prisoner breaking out of jail
[00:22.88] And I steal down to business 15-501
[00:31.63] Like I had a bounty hunter on my tail
[00:37.72] And somebody stops to pick me up
[00:42.94] But he drops me off just down the block
[00:46.70] And along the highway where the empty spirits breathe
[00:56.78] Wild sage growing in the weeds
[01:05.37] Walked down the soft shoulder and I count my steps
[01:13.82] Headed vaguely eastward, sun in my eyes
[01:22.13] And I lose my footing and I skin my hands breaking my fall
[01:31.32] And I laugh to myself and look up at the skies
[01:37.41] And then I think I hear angels in my ears
[01:42.69] Like marbles being thrown against a mirror
[01:46.31] And along the highway where unlucky stray dogs bleed
[01:56.83] Wild sage growing in the weeds
[02:05.77] And some days I don't miss my family
[02:14.95] And some days I do
[02:22.62] Some days I think I'd feel better if I tried harder
[02:31.43] Most days I know it's not true
[02:39.58] I lay down right where I felt cold grass in my face
[02:48.39] And I hear the traffic like the rhythm of the tides
[02:56.20] And I stare at the scrape on the heel of my hand
[03:04.13] 'Til it doesn't sting so much and until the blood's dried
[03:11.96] And when somebody asks if I'm okay
[03:17.26] I don't know what to say
[03:20.29] And along the highway, from cast-off innumerable seeds
[03:30.92] Wild sage growing in the weeds
[03:44.18]