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