I'm not even gonna run with the bulls

I'm gonna jump on the motherfucker's back and ride it

I might die, hehe

I'm gonna buy me some a real fast car

And drive to California where the heartless are

Find a diner in the desert, eat some real runny eggs

Tear down all the photos that are hung in my head

And I'm gonna book me flight to Pamplona

Take a horn to the chest like I'm back in Oklahoma

Find a lady with some big old Spanish eyes

Find out where all my old lovе lies

And I'm gonna play me a show to ten thousand

In thе middle of the snow in the Colorado mountains

Watch my father and my sister and my friends find peace

I'll sing the wrong damn song in the wrong damn key

But no matter where I go, I pray to always find home

Travel round and eat those runny eggs alone

In a diner on the edge of California and Nevada

Wish I had known the good times back when I had them

And I'm gonna walk me the streets of West Village

In the middle of the summer with the evening time stillness

Watch Nate break his ankle after too many rounds

After tearin' Brooklyn to the goddamn ground

And I'm gonna talk to God in some church

After years, beers, and fears, and too much work

Tell him I'm sorry for the way that I am

And using his name before saying "damn"

And I'm gonna buy me some a real fast car

And drive to California where the heartless are

How you thought you was a gentleman back when you was young

Maybe I'll find Jesus when the morning comes

Maybe I'll find Jesus when the morning comes

Maybe I'll find Jesus when the morning comes