It's midnight at a liquor store in Texas

I's closin' time another day is done

When a boy walks in the door and points a pistol

Me can't find a job but 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

The'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 stop complaining

And fly like eagles out among the stars.



Fly like eagles out among the stars

Writer : MITCHELL, ADAM
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.