Wild Sage
Escape at Dawn: Journey of Self-Discovery and Unseen Spirits
Lyrics
I leave as soon as it gets light outside
I leave early in the morning.
Like a prisoner breaking out of jail
Departing like a fugitive escaping prison.
And I steel down to business fifteen-five-oh-one
Heading towards Business 15-501.
Like I had a bounty hunter on my tail
Feeling a sense of urgency, as if pursued by a bounty hunter.
And somebody stops to pick me up
Someone offers a ride but drops me off shortly after.
But he drops me off just down the block
Left by the roadside; empty spirits represent desolation.
And along the highway where the empty spirits breathe
On the highway, where loneliness prevails.
Wild sage growing in the weeds
Wild sage grows in the desolation.
Walked down the soft shoulder and I count my steps
Walking along the shoulder, counting steps, moving vaguely east.
Headed vaguely eastward sun in my eyes
The sun is blinding as I move.
And I lose my footing and I skin my hands breaking my fall
Fall, scrape my hands, find humor in the situation.
And I laugh to myself, and look up at the skies
Laughing and looking at the skies.
And then I think I hear angels in my ears
Hearing something resembling angels in my ears.
Like marbles being thrown against a mirror
Strange, unsettling sounds, like marbles against a mirror.
And along the highway where unlucky stray dogs bleed
On the highway, where unfortunate stray dogs suffer.
Wild sage growing in the weeds
Wild sage persists amidst the suffering.
And some days I don't miss my family
Some days, I don't miss my family.
And some days I do
On other days, the yearning for family is present.
Some days I think I'd feel better if I tried harder
Occasionally, I believe more effort could improve my situation.
Most days I know it's not true
Realizing that most days, trying harder won't make a difference.
I lay down right where I felt cold grass in my face
Lying down where cold grass touched my face.
And I hear the traffic like the rhythm of the tides
Hearing traffic like the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tides.
And I stare at the scrape on the heel of my hand
Examining a scrape on my hand, contemplating the pain.
'til it doesn't sting so much and until the bloods dried
Staring until the pain subsides, and the blood dries.
And when somebody asks if I'm ok
When asked about well-being, unable to provide a clear response.
I don't know what to say
Uncertainty and confusion in response to inquiries.
And along the highway
On the highway, countless seeds discarded and forgotten.
From cast-off innumerable seeds
Wild sage persists, growing amidst neglect and abandonment.
Wild sage growing in the weeds.
Symbolizing resilience in the face of adversity.
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