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 man's 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 doing 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 you've been hiding

It was somewhere in the news

And I'm 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 I've been working overtime

Overtime, I've lost my fire, overtime

Always playing one more hand for one more dime

Slowing down, I'm getting tired, slowing down

And I envy you the valley that you've found

'Cause I'm midway down the midway

Slowing down, down, down, down