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