Las Vegas nights
|
Have been calling
|
But I wait to see her float down stairs
|
|
|
There she stands with her eyes full and yearning
|
I look
|
And I know gotta be there
|
|
|
Is there another chance
|
To bring her closer
|
Make her feel I know we could be happy again
|
|
|
Is there another chance
|
To bring her flowers
|
So she will only whisper my name
|
|
|
A chance to make things right for her
|
And make my lies seem true
|
I'm begging Do
|
|
|
Don't go down to the station
|
Somehow we won't live that long
|
Don't go now, desert flower
|
Cause you just won't bloom
|
And your memories made need more room
|
|
|
See that mirror there
|
Will she look inside
|
To see the one I fear standing alone
|
|
|
And on my phonograph
|
Will she put them in
|
The songs that only remind her of me
|
|
|
A chance to make things right for her
|
And make my life seem true
|
I'm begging Do
|
|
|
CHORUS
|
|
I step outside The Joint
|
To clouds of guilt and fear
|
And there are shades of red dancing in view
|
|
Las Vegas nights
|
Make me wonder
|
How much longer I will be a fool
|
|
A chance to make things right for her
|
Make my lies seem true
|
I'm begging Do
|
|
CHORUS
|
|
-----------------
|
Las Vegas Nights
|
| Hootie & The Blowfish |
