We belonged to old, broken down casinos
That lifted our innocent arms
And dropped them upon nickel machines
We sip whiskey neat,
and take off our shoes
It's sin and it's delicious
And we will be at home
For awhile
While our gamblin' hearts
Never knew the difference
Between the Flamingo and the heat
I cannot see over the valley
But I know she's..somewhere
Rolling dice with clean hands
With borrowed money and cheaper dreams-
It'll take more than the Vegas strip
To break your heart into spinning chips
Across a velvet table
Toppling..twisting..turning
You'll leave wasted
But above all things,
You'll leave.

01/05/2011

Posted on 01/06/2011
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