(paul cotton)

If you see me fallin
By the wayside callin
Pick me up and let me start again
This old road has a way
Of takin me down a little each day
And I cant see my way around the bend

All the things I like to take
Cost so much more than I make
And its hard keepin even either way
And so Im headed for the bar
Or another round of cards
And like the game we play it as they lay

And were all alone together
On a road that seems forever
To be takin you from yours and me from mine
And though we know just where were goin
There are changes that aint showin
Night and day become the same fine line

Night and day become the same fine line