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 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 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 playin' one more hand for one more dime

Slowin' down I'm gettin' tired!

Slowin' down

And I envy you the valley that you've found

'Cause I'm midway down the midway

Slowin' down, down, down, down