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

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

I don't want four roses or water

I'm not looking for God, I'm 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 beyond heaven's gate

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, I'm not looking for sex

And all the true believers are out on the road tonight

No matter what happens, you know they'll be okay

Well "Rock and Roll Gypsies" was the last song we sang

By Hearts and Flowers 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 carry is by Rainer Maria Rilke

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 or water

I'm not looking for God, I'm not looking for sex