Ah we're a cynical lot us Carnies, we've all tried other things and failed mostly. We hate society as much as they hate us, we call them locals, they call us Carnies, scammers, losers....and a lot of other names I suppose.
Some give us a hard time, they're always watching, on the lookout for us to rip them off.
We all drank, too much, did too many drugs, and fucked too much at one time or another, what's left is what you see when we come to your town.
Though I am one of the very few that no longer do those things, you can still see it in me, the miles are there and always will be.
A lot of us look old for our age, I look my age, not older, probably because I cleaned up a number of years ago, dunno, I consider myself lucky or blessed compared to my brethren.
I'll tell you the truth. When I'm rolling through your town late at night, on the way to the next city, I see your lights on as I go past your house, and I envy you, I really do.
It looks warm in there, cozy.
Maybe you're watching a movie with your wife, husband, boyfriend, girlfriend, or your kids, maybe you're getting ready for bed.
Maybe you see the lights of my truck and trailer as I go by on the highway, me with my coffee, smoking a cigarette, looking out the window at your house, wondering who you are, and what your life is like.
I'm on the outside looking in, and I wish I was you.