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?