My soles they are worn, no extensive grace
and my jacket is borrowed
behind the eyes of my face
I am not lookin' for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses
And I don't want phorosis in water
in her leathers and kindness
and she smiles at my face
I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses
we're out on the road tonight
And no matter what happens,
well, you know they'll be okay
And to the rock and roll gypsies,
may the last song you sing
if you find yourself out in Santa Fe
To stand and deliver to you
And the message that I give you
is that God from this old poet
He said our fears are like dragons
guarding our most precious treasures
So I'm not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses
And I don't want for roses and water
And I just wanna see what's next