Lyrics Blitzen Trapper

Blitzen Trapper

Evening Star

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 Corvette

You’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 Wichita

Where 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