It's midnight at a liquor store in Texas Closin' time, another day is done When a boy walks in the door and points a pistol
He can't find a job, Lord, he's found a gun
He pulls it off with no trace of confrontation They let the ol' man run out in the street Even though he knows they'll come with guns a blazin' And already he can feel that great relief
Oh, how many travelers get weary Bearing both their burdens and their scars? Don't you think they'd love to stop complaining And fly like eagles out among the stars?
He pictures the arrival of the cruisers Sees that old familiar anger in their eyes He knows that when they're shootin' at this loser They'll be aiming at the demons in their lives
Oh, how many travelers get weary Bearing both their burdens and their scars? Don't you think they'd love to stop complaining And fly like eagles out among the stars?
Evening news it carries all the details He dies in every living room in town In his own a bottle's thrown in anger And his father cries, "We'll never live this down"
Oh, how many travelers get weary Bearing both their burdens and their scars? Don't you think they'd love to start all over And fly like eagles out among the stars? Fly like eagles out among the starsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
