Sands Of Nevada - Mark Knopfler

These tables are haunted

By the ghost of Las Vegas

Their chips were once mountains

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 shoulders

And I don’t know why

I still want her to dance

I guess 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 tumbled

And I never saw time

Running out with my roll

And in a wasteland of cut glass

My dreams have all crumbled

And I’ve paid with whatever

I had left for a soul

Now the dawn’s broken even

On an empty horizon

No reason for folding

No reason to stay

It’s too soon to be leaving

Too late for criticising

And the sands of Nevada

They go drifting away