From a phone booth in Vegas
Jesse calls at five a.m.
To tell me how she's tired of all of them
She says, "Baby, I've been thinking about a trailer by the sea
We could go to Mexico; You, the cat and Me
We'll drink tequila and look for seashells
Now doesn't that sound sweet"
Oh Jesse you always do this every time I get back on my feet
Jesse paint your pictures about how it's gonna be
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea
|: Oh Jesse you can always sell any dream to me :|
She asked me how the cat's been
I say: Moses? He's just fine"
But he used to think about you, all the time
We finally took your pictures down off the wall
Jesse, how do you always seem to know just when to call
She says "Get your stuff together, bring Moses and drive real fast"
And I listened to her promise
I swear to God this time it's gonna last
I'll love you in the sunshine
Lay you down in the warm, white sand
And who knows maybe this time
Things will turn out just the way you planned