Forty miles south of Santa Fe
Missing my brother some kind of way
Don't know how I got here, how long I'll stay
I wonder if Dad's ever gonna find
Ever gonna find some peace of mind
I wonder how I've never seen my mother cry
In due time
In due time
I'm out of patience
I'm sick and tired of faking
Enough of saving face, saying grace
My, my
Something's gotta break
I wish that I could tell you why
Been losing sleep 'most every night
Catching strays from shadows on my mind
Watching my eyes turning red
Losing my mind 'cause Johnny lost his faith
I can't recall everything I said
I got too drunk, had a pack of cigarettes
Now I'm running on fumes, and I think
I'm out of patience
I'm sick and tired of faking
Enough of saving face, saying grace
My, my
Something's gotta break
Now I'm running on fumes, and I think
Watching my eyes turning red
Losing my mind 'cause Johnny lost his faith
I can't recall everything I said
I got too drunk, had a pack of cigarettes
Now I'm running on fumes, and I think
I'm out of patience
I'm sick and tired of faking
Enough of saving face, saying grace
My, my
Something's gotta break
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