Runny Eggs

I'm not even gonna run with the bulls I'm gonna jump on the motherfucker's back and ride it I might die I'm gonna buy me 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 a flight to Pamplona Take a horn to the chest like I'm back in Oklahoma Find lady with some big old Spanish eyes Find out where all my old love lies And I'm gonna play me a show to ten thousand In the 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