I have a friend 
Sits in his office
Where he's had his big success
Now he cries all day
He says the Internet 
Is stealing his royalties
Talks of his glory days
I say no one cares about your glory days 
Backroads New Mexico
There's an old abandoned church 
Windows boarded up 
Never sees a coat of paint
Sometimes I drive by and dream
Of hearing the preacher preach
But it's a dragstrip for the kids 
You can hear their tires screech 
Don't let your heart 
Get broken by this world 
Don't let your heart 
Get broken
At the bottom of the ocean 
You might find a pearl
Don't let your heart
Get broken by this world 
Drop by Albuquerque sometime 
When you need to 
I'll sing you an Albuquerque Lullaby. . . . 
So baby when I close my eyes
You know it's you I see 
You know I'm pulling for you 
As you go on your way 
Don't ever hesitate 
To say what's goin' on 
Ain't nothin black and white 
Always some new place to turn 
Don't let your heart 
Get broken by this world.