On that five day drive   Through the pain and the mourning   All our plans were sitting on the sky   Like throwing fire outside the window   Breaking bulls over our railroad   'Til we couldn't hit the kill zone if we tried      The golden desert floor   Is holding up to heaven   The space it will be tending for a while   The way you spoke about the unknown   Shook my twenty-five year old bones   Make unsure I was someone's only son      You're my, you're my brother   You're my, you're my brother      You're my, you're my brother   You're my, you're my brother      Not completely positive that the line: "Breaking bulls over our railroad" is exactly that. I tried and tried listening, straining, but I couldn't be sure.