Sage Bundle

He asked me if true love was real

Riding around a Tennessee town

Now I'm making him a sage bundle

To remember me by when I'm not around

Renaissance dress, I'm depressed

I want to be your high desert mistress

Punk's not dead he's proof of it

Uses it to his advantage

But I think it might have gone to his head

Now it's acting like a bandage

There is a space between my legs

Where time stops and no thoughts can penetrate

Skin tight light bright, dramamine bullseye

I'm high desert dreamin'

Fools cry, trees die, animals and I'm

High desert dreamin'

Couldn't catch his eye if I tried

That's why I cry for him every single night

Big sky, hot springs, country, fences

Old lady's driveway, her name is Julie

Sagebrush, mullein, chickadees, tumbleweeds

I'm high desert dreamin'