Out Among the Stars

Written by Adam 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 oh he’s found a gun

He pulls it off, no trace of confrontation
He let’s the old man run out in the street
He knows that soon they’ll come with guns a-blazin’
And already he can feel the great relief

Chorus:
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 their shooting at this loser
They’ll be aiming at the demons in their lives

(Repeat Chorus)

The evening news carries all the details
He dies in every living room in town
And in his own a bottles thrown in anger
And his father cries, “We’ll never live this down”

(Repeat Chorus)

Oh how many travelers get weary.