midnight
at a liquor store in Texas
Beneath the neon,
close -ups just begun
When a boy walks in the door
and points a pistol
He can't find a job, but oh,
he's found a gun
He pulls it off, no trace of confrontation
He lets the old man run out in the street
He knows that soon 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 amon
g the stars
The pictures, the arrival of the cruisers
Seize that old familiar anger in their eyes
You know that when they're
shootin' at this loser
They'll be aimin' at the
demons in their lives
The evening news carries all the details
He dies in every living room in town
And in his own a bottle is thrown in anger
And his father cried,
we'll never live this down
Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Oh, don't you think they'd
love to stop complainin'
And fly like eagles out among the stars
Fly like eagles out among the stars
you