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