Out Among The Stars - Claire Lynch

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

Lets 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 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 home, 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

Oh, oh, and fly like eagles out among the stars?