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

And I'm wearing my time behind the eyes in my face

I am not looking for loose diamonds

Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks

And I don't want four roses or water

I'm not looking for God, I'm not looking for s*x

I've worn out my welcome in certain small circles

In Spanish bordellos and confederate states

But there is an angel in her leathers and kindness

And she whispers my name as she smiles at my face

I am not looking for loose diamonds

Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks

And I don't want four roses or water

I'm not looking for God, I'm not looking for s*x

And 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 sing

Be by old Mr. Van Zandt if you find yourself out in Santa Fe

Now I have a mission and a small code of honor

To stand and deliver to you by whatever measures

And the message that I give ya, I got from this old poet

He said, "Our fears are like dragons guarding our most precious treasures"

So I am not looking for loose diamonds

Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks

I don't want four roses or water

I'm not looking for God, and I just wanna see what's next