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Well, it's midnight at a liquor store in Texas
Beneath the neon, close up's 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' blazing
And already he can feel a 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 shooting 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
The evening news, it carries all the details
He dies in every living room in town
And in his zone, 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
And fly like eagles out among the stars
