Red queens and jokers in all the wrong places
Four in the morning only dealers have aces
Sunrise a new house is off to the races
For a fistful of Las Vegas sand
For a fistful of Las Vegas sand
Bridge:
The lines on each face tell a story to make a man cry, cry again
It's all just a game and lucky's her name and she'll break your heart again
and again
Stirring a glass of the bitterest cheer
Down to your last and a single tear
Fighting the urges to head back in there
With a fistful of Las Vegas sand
With a fistful of Las Vegas sand
Repeat Bridge
Running away from that bright lighted curse
Stopping for gas and a little rebirth
She's looking at you for all that your worth
Just a fistful of Las Vegas sand
A fistful of Las Vegas sand
© 2000 Burt Street Music(BMI)
Words and music by Michael Veitch
14 Oriole Drive, Woodstock, NY 12498 (845)679-1108
MVEITCH@aol.com