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