It's midnight at a liquor store in Texas
Closing 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
Verse 2:
He pulls it off with no trace of confrontation
Then he lets the old man run out in the street
Even though he knows they'll come with guns a blazing
And already he can feel that great relief
Chorus:
Oh how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Don't you think they'd love to stop complaining
Fly like eagles out among the stars
Verse 3:
He pictures the arrival of the cruisers
Sees that old familiar anger in their eyes
He knows that when they're shooting at this loser
They'll be aiming at the demons in their lives
Chorus.
Verse 4:
The evening news it carries all the details
He dies in every living room in town
At his home a bottle's thrown in anger
And his father cries we'll never live this down
Chorus bis:
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 stars
Thanks to David M. Potter (dmp12@cornell.edu) for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr
http://soleil.univ-mlv.fr/~perret/waylon.html
Closing 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
Verse 2:
He pulls it off with no trace of confrontation
Then he lets the old man run out in the street
Even though he knows they'll come with guns a blazing
And already he can feel that great relief
Chorus:
Oh how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Don't you think they'd love to stop complaining
Fly like eagles out among the stars
Verse 3:
He pictures the arrival of the cruisers
Sees that old familiar anger in their eyes
He knows that when they're shooting at this loser
They'll be aiming at the demons in their lives
Chorus.
Verse 4:
The evening news it carries all the details
He dies in every living room in town
At his home a bottle's thrown in anger
And his father cries we'll never live this down
Chorus bis:
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 stars
Thanks to David M. Potter (dmp12@cornell.edu) for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr
http://soleil.univ-mlv.fr/~perret/waylon.html