The Messenger

Album: Co-Starring

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.