Call up your mother, tell her that you're all alone
With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mexico

Think I'm going to Santa Fe
The type of place you'll know my name
My grandma called just yesterday
To say she loves the manor 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 mother, tell her that you're all alone
With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mеxico
Hoping, broken, you can find yourself back home
Homе 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
'Cause that's all you got to your name
Think I'm going to Santa Fe
The type of place you'll know my name
Never talk to no one again and never sing another song

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

Think I'm going to Santa Fe
The type of place you'll know my name
Pissed me off and pissed on all the friends I ever made