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 shoulder
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 your 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 the wasteland of cut glass my dreams were all crumbled
And I've paid with whatever I had left for a soul
Now the dawn's broken even on a empty horizon
No reason for folding, no reason to stay
It's too soon to be leaving, too late for criticizing
And the sands of Nevada go drifting away
