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
Oh Jesse you can always sell any dream to me