Album : Streetlights
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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
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 you’ve packed it in, I heard you did, packed it in
Was it hard to fold a hand you knew you could win?

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
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
And I envy you the valley that you’ve found

’cause I’m midway down the midway
Slowin’ down
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   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 you’ve packed it in, I heard you did, packed it in   Was it hard to fold a hand you knew you could win?       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   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   And I envy you the valley that you’ve found      ’cause I’m midway down the midway   Slowin’ down