WHERE THE SAGEBRUSH GROWS Copyright 2000 by Adam Selzer, All Rights Reserved, ASCAP When the sky has been pinned open and moon is all you see by the weeping willow she'll be there with me   hide behind the tree trunk from the winds that blow I met her in the garden where the sagebrush grows Drifters pay with postage stamps conducters pay with stones punks just pay with cigarettes artists pay with bones she's never paid with anything but looks that say "I know." I met her in the garden where the sagebrush grows Her hair was filled with daffodils her fingers shined with rings she said she was an angel but I didn't see no wings her eyes were burned out wheat fields where smoke rose through the snow I met her in the garden where the sagebrush grows I swear this house is haunted it makes my blood run cold the shadows here are groaning and it makes me feel so old if she steps inside and beckons me I just don't know where I'll go I met her in the garden where the sagebrush grows 5/20-21/2000 (written during a Meslers show) Copyright 2000 by Adam Selzer, all rights reserved, ASCAP.