HWY 58 from Hydrology by The Gold Rust

Supposing I could sleep 100 years
What would happen when I wake?
Would this forest still remember the way I felt today?
Would I think about the consequence?
Would I fear the early frost?
Or would I split and put my thumb out on Highway 58

Because I’m sick of all your lying
I’m still waiting for something true
And I’m tired of getting fucked up
But not fucking up with you

When you called to say the tidal wave
Was coming my way
I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders
Let it carry you away
I’ve never climbed the highest mountain
I’ve never slept out on the plain
I only claim to be an honest man
And that doesn’t mean I’m brave

And I’m sick of all this worry
I’ve been trying for far too long
And I’m tired of saying sorry
I’ll admit that we are lost

I’ve got nothing to protect
I’ve got nothing left to save
Who’s been casting that rain shadow?
Across the desert and the sage?
Growing up out on the dry side
I’m still waiting for the rain
So I walked into the river
Let it carry me away

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