That Song About the Midway

Well, I met you on a midaway at a fair last year

And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear

You were playing on the horses

Playing on the guitar strings

You were playing like a devil wearing wings

Wearing wings, you looked so grand, wearing wings

Do you tie them to your shoulders just to sing

Can you fly? I heard you can! Can you fly?

Just like an eagle doin' his hunting from the sky

I followed through a sideshow to another town

And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds

You were betting on some lover, shootin' out the dice

And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice

Once or twice, I heard you did, once or twice

Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price

Now you've packed it in, I heard you did, packed it in

Was it so hard to fold a hand you knew you could win?

Lately you've been hiding, it was somewhere in the news

Well I'm still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues

The man calls out the numbers, he sometimes mentions mine

But I feel like I've been working overtime

Overtime, I've lost my fire, overtime

Always playing one more hand, for one more dime

Well I'm 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

Slowin' down

Down