These Tables Are Haunted by The Ghost Of Las Vegas their Chips Were Once Mountains but They Came Here To Play they Could Take Me If They Wanted but I Have Nothing Worth Counting and Like The Sands Of Nevada they Go Drifting Away
lady Luck's Still A Mystery with Her Head On My Shoulders and I Don't Know Why i Still Want Her To Dance i Guess That's All History what It Is Is I'm Older and I'm Still A Fool for A One-Way Romance
her Dice Were Red Rubies they Rolled And They Tumbled and I Never Saw Time running Out With My Roll and In A Wasteland Of Cut Glass my Dreams Have All Crumbled and I've Paid With Whatever i Had Left For A Soul
now The Dawn's Broken Even on An Empty Horizon no Reason For Folding no Reason To Stay it's Too Soon To Be Leaving too Late For Criticising and The Sands Of Nevada they Go Drifting Away