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