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 bulls eye 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’