Blitzen Trapper - Evening Star lyrics
[Blitzen Trapper - Evening Star lyrics]
You’re a broken hearted party girl
Your skirt’s on fire, your hair’s uncurled
Your dancin' days are at an end
Yeah, you got no one to call your friend
All you got left is a silhouette
An empty bed, and a cheap Corvette
You’re a long way from your sweet sixteen
You need some stone-washed jeans
And a time machine
To take you back to that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the mornin' light
So take me back to that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand-in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star
When you came to the city
In your cheap perfume
And you ran through the room
But you grew up soon
Always dressed like a killer in the afternoon
Sippin' warm champagne from a silver spoon
In the night you would travel
In your lover’s car
With your jewels so bright
Like a shootin' star
But, your nightmares must have
Caught up with you and all the pills and the
Prophets couldn’t get you through
To take you back to that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the mornin' light
So take me back to that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand-in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star
So take me back
You were found on the ground in a lonely town
At the end of the world, in a dressin' gown
Your hair was on fire
Your shoes were misplaced
On your face was a trace of a distant place
It’s a long way home back to Wichita
Where they put you back together
Fill your head with straw
Now all you got left is a silhouette
And a cheap Corvette, but, girl
You ain’t dead yet
So take me back to that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the mornin' light
So take me back to that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand-in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star
Your skirt’s on fire, your hair’s uncurled
Your dancin' days are at an end
Yeah, you got no one to call your friend
All you got left is a silhouette
An empty bed, and a cheap Corvette
You’re a long way from your sweet sixteen
You need some stone-washed jeans
And a time machine
To take you back to that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the mornin' light
So take me back to that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand-in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star
When you came to the city
In your cheap perfume
And you ran through the room
But you grew up soon
Always dressed like a killer in the afternoon
Sippin' warm champagne from a silver spoon
In the night you would travel
In your lover’s car
With your jewels so bright
Like a shootin' star
But, your nightmares must have
Caught up with you and all the pills and the
Prophets couldn’t get you through
To take you back to that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the mornin' light
So take me back to that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand-in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star
So take me back
You were found on the ground in a lonely town
At the end of the world, in a dressin' gown
Your hair was on fire
Your shoes were misplaced
On your face was a trace of a distant place
It’s a long way home back to Wichita
Where they put you back together
Fill your head with straw
Now all you got left is a silhouette
And a cheap Corvette, but, girl
You ain’t dead yet
So take me back to that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the mornin' light
So take me back to that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand-in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star
With the black-eyed angel of the evenin' star