Sanoja: Mark Knopfler. Sailing To Philadelphia. Sands Of Nevada.

These tables are haunted
By the ghost of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mointains
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 dont know why
I still want her to dance
I gusess that's all history
What it is is I'm older
And I'm still a fool
For a one-way romance

Her dice were red rubies
They rolled and they tumbeled
And I never saw time
Running out with my roll
And in the wasteland of cut glass
My dreams were crumbeled
And I payed with whathever
I had left for a soul

Now the dawn's has broken eve
On an empty horizon
No reason for folding
No rason to stay
It's too soon to be leaving
Too late for critizising
They go drifting away