I could put a dollar on a horse's head, 'BetFred?' but I choose not too, life's not a gamble to gamble your way through, true I could win but I'm more likely to lose
'choose wisely' the old gypsy told me as I crossed her palm with a silver coin.
Today's like a race, four horses a quarter the odds a place but my heart's not in it I am the starter so no chance to win it
moving on and yet each course is the same one.
Leave it behind and though blind to the pitfalls I won't fall.
The high wire makes a liar of me and Niagra's just another river I must cross with silver in my hair.