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 a 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 the wasteland of cut glass
my dreams were 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 criticising
and the sands of nevada
they go drifting away