My paws are worn to the bone
Walking this highway alone
The asphalt burns through my skin
Where the dry desert begins
I follow the scent of the sage
Like a bird escaping a cage
I hunt for a ghost in the heat
With the rhythm of four tired feet
Prosopis grows by the road
Bearing a heavy green load
Salty soil clings to my fur
While the distant engines purr
I follow the scent of the sage
Like a bird escaping a cage
I hunt for a ghost in the heat
With the rhythm of four tired feet
I track a scent through the sand
Across this wide open land
A hint of a leather old glove
The only thing left that I love
A hand reaches out from a door
I don't have to wander no more
The touch is a warm golden light
Ending my long lonely flight
Larrea blooms in the red
Where the old river once bled
The water is hidden and deep
While the sleeping coyotes creep
I follow the scent of the sage
Like a bird escaping a cage
I hunt for a ghost in the heat
With the rhythm of four tired feet
The wind brings a familiar call
Breaking the desert's high wall
I run to the sound of the name
And the wildness becomes a tame
I follow the scent of the sage
Like a bird escaping a cage
I hunt for a ghost in the heat
With the rhythm of four tired feet
Scent of the sage. I'm coming home.
Just follow the sage.
