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