The Messenger
Album: Co-Starring
The Messenger
I am wearing old boots with high cuban heels
Our souls they are worn and we stand here by grace
My trousers are torn and my jacket is borrowed
I am wearing my time behind the eyes in my face
I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks
I don’t want four roses and water
I am not looking for God
I am not looking for sex
I’ve worn out my welcome in certain small circles
In Spanish bordellos and confederate states
But there is an angel in leathers and kindness
Who whispers my name and smiles at my fate
All the true believers are out on the road tonight
And no matter what happens, you know they’ll be okay
And to the rock and roll gypsies may the last song you sang
Be by Mr. Van Zandt down in old Santa Fe
Now I have a mission and a small code of honor
To stand and deliver by whatever measures
And the message I give you is by this old poet
He said, “Our fears are like dragons guarding our most precious treasures.”
I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks
I don’t want four roses and water
I am not looking for God
I just want to see what’s next.