From a phone booth in VegasJust he calls at 5 a.m.Tell me how she's tiredOf all of thatShe says, baby, I've been thinkingAbout a trailer by the seaAnd we can go to MexicoYou, the cat, and meWe'll drink tequilaAnd look for seashellsNow doesn't that sound sweetOh, Jessie, you always do thisEvery time I get back on my feetJessie, paint your pictureAbout how it's gonna beBy now I should know betterYour dreams are never freePretend you're notTell me all aboutOur little trail by the seaJessie, you can alwaysSell any dream to meOh, Jessie, you can alwaysSell any dream to meShe asked me how the cat's beenI said, Moses, he's just fineBut he used to think about youAll the timeFinally took your pictureDown off the wallJessie, how do you always seem to knowJust when to callShe says, get your stuff togetherAnd I'm looking for youBring your Moses and drive real fastAnd I listen to her promiseI swear to God this time is gonna lastJessie, paint your pictureAbout how it's gonna beBy now I should know betterYour dreams are never freeTell me all about our little trailer by the seaJesse, you can always sell any dream to meJesse, you can always sell any dream to meJesse, you can always sell any dream to meI love you in the sunshineAnd you down in the warm white sandAnd who knows, maybe this timeThings will turn out just the way you plannedJesse, paint your picture about how it's gonna beNow I should know better, your dreams are never freeTell me all about our little trailer by the seaJesse, you can always sell any dream to meJesse, you can always sell any dream to meJesse, you can always sell any dream to meJesse, paint your picture about how it's gonna beNow I should know better, your dreams are never freeTell me all about our little trailer by the sea