Betting on the Races

It's like betting on the races,

fingers crossed for years.

Am I like a beggar waiting?

Or do I really love to lose?

Oh, days gone driftless,

betting like we do,

the nights are long...

Pull aside and let it go.

The trapeze and the calling after,

100 times and now you know,

how to hold your breath under water...

Oh, wishing I could,

wishing I could have,

wishing I would,

cut it loose and let it go...

85 on 3.

Shotgun on the dial, baby.

This ain't nothing but a lease.

There's no such thing as an endless highway...

Oh, wishing I could,

wishing I could have,

wishing I would,

cut it loose and let it go.

Cut it loose and let it go.