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Out Among the Stars (A.Mitchell)


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 man, he's found a gun

But a change of heart before there's confrontation
Let's the old man live and run out in the street
But he knows that soon they'll come with guns a blazing
And already he can feel a great relief

Oh how many travlers 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 deamons in their lives

Oh how many travlers 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 home a bottle's thrown in anger
And his father cries, "We'll never live this down."

Oh how many travlers 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

Oh-Oh, and fly like eagles out among the stars


"Rice, Rice, Hillman, Pedersen"
Rounder Records 1999