That Song About the Midway

I met you on a midway at a fair last year
And you stood out like a ruby in a black mans ear

You were playing on the horses,
you were playing on the guitar strings
You were playing like a devil wearing wings,
wearing wings
You looked so grand
wearing wings

Do you tape them to your shoulders just to sing
Can you fly
I heard you can!
can you fly
Like an eagle doin your hunting from the sky

I followed with the sideshows to another town
And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds

You were betting on some lover,
you were shaking up the dice
And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice,
once or twice
I heard your bid
once or twice

Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price
Pack it in
I heard you did!
pack it in
Was it hard to fold a hand you knew could win

So lately youve been hiding it was somewhere in the news
And Im still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues

And a voice calls out the numbers,
and it sometimes mentions mine
And I feel like Ive been working overtime,
overtime
Ive lost my fire
overtime

Always playin one more hand for one more dime
Slowin down
Im gettin tired!
Slowin down

And I envy you the valley that youve found
cause Im midway
down the midway
Slowin down,
down,
down,
down