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