Streetlights

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 am an old woman
Named after my mother
An old man is another
Child who's grown old

If dreams were thunder
Lightning was desire
This old house it would've burned down
A long time ago

Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That i can hold on to
To believe in this livin'
Is just a hard way to go

When i was a young girl
I had me a cowboy
It wasn't much to look at
It was a free ramblin' man
There was a long time
No matter how i tried
The years they just rolled by
Like a broken down dance

Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That i can hold on to
To believe in this livin'
Is just a hard way to go

There's flies in the kitchen
I can hear them there buzzin'
And i ain't done nothing since i woke up today
But how the hell can a person
Go on to work in the morning
To come home in the evening
And have nothing to say

Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That i can hold on to
To believe in this livin'
Is just a hard way to go