I leave the house as soon as it gets light outside
Like a prisoner breaking out of jail
And I steal down to business fifteen-five-oh-one
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 fell 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 bloods dried
And when somebody asks if I'm ok
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 fifteen-five-oh-one
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 fell 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 bloods dried
And when somebody asks if I'm ok
I don't know what to say
And along the highway
From cast-off innumerable seeds
Wild sage growing in the weeds.
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In this way, it's an introduction to the feeling on the album that follows losing someone.
For me, this is all about someone who is struggling with the differences between reality and fiction. They are constantly wavering between the two worlds, and gain life experiences along the way...for better or worse.
there is wisdom amoung the weeds.
I like the concept, whether it was on purpose or not is another story.
first verse...at the start, you think if you move or change surroundings everything will get better. after all, it's all situational, right? you're not really going crazy, you just need a change of scenery.
second verse...you think maybe if you find someone to be with (i'm reading it as a metaphorical romantic relationship or a close friendship) they will save you, right? i mean, getting away didn't work, but clearly the next relationship will "fix" you. but oops, no, wrong again.
third verse...the spiral really begins. fixation on the little things ("counting steps"), losing your balance both literally and metaphorically ("lose my footing"), you can't really see where you're going ("sun in my eyes"), and then the voices...
bridge...the moments of lucidity in the madness that only make the madness more overwhelming.
fourth verse...giving up/giving in.
"and when somebody asks if I'm ok, i don't know what to say..." the line between sanity and insanity is no longer clear to you, you are totally gone...