Think I'm goin' to Santa Fe, type of place you'll know my name
My grandma called just yesterday to say she loves the man I was raised
Grown so weary of all of this, and every day is a precipice
It pissed me off and pissed on all the friends I ever made

Call up your mothera and tell her that you're all alone
With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mexico
Hopin', broken, you can find yourself back home
Home is broken, drunk, and dirty on a desert road

Well, I've been to Santa Fe before, drank a million beers at the Matador
Sleep in your jeans in the back of your camper, because that's all you got to your name
Think I'm going to Santa Fe, type of place you'll know my name
Never talk to no one again and never sing another song

Call up your mother and tell her that you're all alone
With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mexico
Hopin' broken, you can find yourself back home
Home is broken, drunk and dirty on a desert road

Call up your mother and tell her that you're all alone
With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mexico
Hopin' broken, you can find yourself back home
But home is broken, drunk and dirty on a desert road