McMurtry, James - Terry Lyrics






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





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  1. T.... H....

    James McMurtry is a genius at creating desolating narratives that are somehow comforting in their strength.

  2. T.... L....

    My ex is a special ed teacher and this always reminds me of her students. "In the heat of a moment any ol day it don't take a second to throw it all away."

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    "Terry"

    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