These tables are haunted by the ghosts of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mointains, but they came here to play
They could take me if they wanted, but I have nothing worth countin'
and like the sands of Nevada they go drifting away

The lady luck's still a mystery with her head on my shoulder
and I dont 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 romace

Her dice were red rubies, they rolled and they tumbled
and I never saw time running out with my roll
And in the 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 rason to stay
It's too soon to be leaving too late for criticising
and the sands of Nevada they go drifting away