That Song About The Midway

I met you on a midaway 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 the 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 hear 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 ya did, once or twice
Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price
Now youve packed it in, I heard you did, packed it in Was it hard to fold a hand you knew you could win?
Lately youve been hiding, it was somewhere in the news
And Im 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 Ive been working overtime
Overtime, Ive lost my fire, overtime
And I envy you the valley that youve found
cause Im midway down the midway
Slowin down