Terry

McMurtry Terry's off the track Sent him away and he won't be back for a while Fifteen years old One night he lost control Straight shots Staggered out to the parking lot Someone called him names He was in no mood for games He was irate Courtin' fate It all went off in the blink of an eye There's no turnin back or questioning why It was the heat of the moment Flash in the pan Blood on the gravel and a long neck in his hand Terry's off the track Been gone two years and he ain't been back a time Sent him to a school Pays attention and he minds the rules And he makes no fuss Says he misses us Plays his guitar low In his room 'neath a sixty-watt glow Till the counselor shouts, "Lights out." Then it all comes back Ringin in his ear My God boy, whatcha doin' in here? It was the heat of the moment A flash in the pan Never shoulda happened And you know it never will again Terry's off the track Someday he'll be comin' back, they say His hometown looks the same Same old streets and the same old games to play Must be a dream Eleven months he turns eighteen And he's outta there But he won't leave the walls behind They're gonna stay with him a good long time In the heat of the moment Any old day It don't take a second to throw it all away Terry's off the track Sent him away and he won't be back for a while