Baby if I'd have been a gambler    it might have turned out a different way    But lately everywhere I go    I have to use the highway    and if I'd been born sometime else    this could be a different day    But like the rise and fall of a country    squall    I'm getting ready to fade away       Sometimes I feel like I should be in a    different place    With somebody else's mind and somebody    else's face    'cause lately I've been feeling low    with nothing to do and no place to go    and like the rise and fall of a country    squall    I'm getting ready to fade away       Leaning on a birch tree    Staring up at a winter sky    Listening to the blackbirds sing    There's no tears left to cry    and no reason that I can think of    Why you should end the race    And like the rise and fall of a country    squall    I'm getting ready to fade away