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