They say that no man is an island,
And good things come to those who wait.
Things are here are there just to remind me,
Every dog will have his day.
The spirits, They intoxicate me.
I watch the people trade my soul.
They try to say, It's too late for me.
Tell my guns I'm coming home.
I swear I'm gonna live forever.
Tell my maker He can wait.
I'm riding somewhere south of Heaven,
Headed back to Santa Fe.
It's judgement day in Santa Fe.

Whats ours promised absolution.
There's only one solution for my sins.
Gotta face your ghosts and know in no illusion,
That only one of you is going home again.
And I blame this world, For making a good man evil.
It's this world, that can drive a good man bad.
And it's this world, that turns a killer into a hero.
Well I blame this world for making a good man bad.
No I ain't getting into Heaven,
If the devil has his way.
I swear, I'm gonna live forever.
Headed back to Santa Fe.
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe.
It's judgement day in Santa Fe.
Lord have mercy.

So I say a prayer, When I need it most,
To the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost.
And sign it from a sinner with no name.
Well, I'll meet my Maker when they close the book,
On the hearts I broke and the lifes I took.
When you walk away cause my souls too late to save.
No I ain't getting into Heaven,
If the devil has his way.
I swear I'm gonna live forever,
headed back to Santa Fe.
I got debts to pay in Santa Fe.
It's judgement day in Santa Fe.