J. Tillman - Vacilando Territory lyrics

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 k** 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.