Evening Star Lyrics

Song	Evening Star
Artist	Blitzen Trapper
Album	Destroyer of the Void
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	You’re a broken-hearted party girl
	Your skirt’s on fire, your hair’s uncurled
	Your dancing days are at an end
	Yeah, you’ve got no one to call your friend
	All you’ve got left is a silhouette,
	An empty bed, and a cheap
	CorvetteYou’re a long way from your sweet sixteen
	You need some stonewashed jeans
	And a time machine
	To take you back
	To that railroad track
	Where you first took flight
	In the morning light
	So take me back
	To that first romance
	When you made your stand
	You were hand-in-hand
	With the black-eyed angel of the evening 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
	Sipping warm champagne from a silver spoon
	In the night you would travel in your lover’s car
	With your jewels so bright, like a shooting 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 morning light
	So take me back
	To that first romance
	When you made your stand
	You were hand-in-hand
	With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
	So take me back
	You were found on the ground in a lonely town
	At the end of the world, in a dressing 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
	WichitaWhere they put you back together,
	Filled your head with straw
	Now all you’ve 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 morning light
	So take me back
	To that first romance
	When you made your stand
	You were hand-in-hand
	With the black-eyed angel of the evening star

	You' re a brokenhearted party girl
	Your skirt' s on fire, your hair' s uncurled
	Your dancing days are at an end
	Yeah, you' ve got no one to call your friend
	All you' ve got left is a silhouette,
	An empty bed, and a cheap
	CorvetteYou' re a long way from your sweet sixteen
	You need some stonewashed jeans
	And a time machine
	To take you back
	To that railroad track
	Where you first took flight
	In the morning light
	So take me back
	To that first romance
	When you made your stand
	You were handinhand
	With the blackeyed angel of the evening 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
	Sipping warm champagne from a silver spoon
	In the night you would travel in your lover' s car
	With your jewels so bright, like a shooting 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 morning light
	So take me back
	To that first romance
	When you made your stand
	You were handinhand
	With the blackeyed angel of the evening star
	So take me back
	You were found on the ground in a lonely town
	At the end of the world, in a dressing 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
	WichitaWhere they put you back together,
	Filled your head with straw
	Now all you' ve 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 morning light
	So take me back
	To that first romance
	When you made your stand
	You were handinhand
	With the blackeyed angel of the evening star

	You' re a brokenhearted party girl
	Your skirt' s on fire, your hair' s uncurled
	Your dancing days are at an end
	Yeah, you' ve got no one to call your friend
	All you' ve got left is a silhouette,
	An empty bed, and a cheap
	CorvetteYou' re a long way from your sweet sixteen
	You need some stonewashed jeans
	And a time machine
	To take you back
	To that railroad track
	Where you first took flight
	In the morning light
	So take me back
	To that first romance
	When you made your stand
	You were handinhand
	With the blackeyed angel of the evening 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
	Sipping warm champagne from a silver spoon
	In the night you would travel in your lover' s car
	With your jewels so bright, like a shooting 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 morning light
	So take me back
	To that first romance
	When you made your stand
	You were handinhand
	With the blackeyed angel of the evening star
	So take me back
	You were found on the ground in a lonely town
	At the end of the world, in a dressing 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
	WichitaWhere they put you back together,
	Filled your head with straw
	Now all you' ve 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 morning light
	So take me back
	To that first romance
	When you made your stand
	You were handinhand
	With the blackeyed angel of the evening star

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