Vegas

Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas
'Cause somebody told me that's where dreams would be
Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas
Finally see my name upon the Palace marquis

Gonna quit my job and move to New York
'Cause somebody told me that's where dreamers should go
Gonna quit my job and move to New York
And tattoo my body with every Broadway show.

Listen up now honey, you're gonna be sorry
Can't get out from under a sky that is falling and you say
No fame no money I'm nobody
The way I'm running has sure got me down on my knees.
But next stop, Vegas please.
Gotta get to Vegas
Can you take me to Vegas?

Gonna sell my house and cross the border
'Cause somebody told me dreams live in Mexico
Gonna sell my house I got to lose ten pounds and cross the border
And make sweet love upon the white sandy shore.

Listen up now honey, you're gonna be sorry
Can't get out from under a sky that is falling and you say
No fame no money I'm nobody
The way I'm running has sure got me down on my knees.
But next stop, Vegas please.

It's always just around the corner or you're on your way to somewhere
That is bigger or better...
If you could only get there
It's never your fault you can't start your own winning streak
But I'd hate to lose you to the fortune you seek

I'm gonna lose my mind and sail the ocean.
'Cause somebody told me there were cherry blue skies
I'm gonna fix my mind with a final destination
And have a deep sleep upon a sweet dream
I'll never realize...no

Listen up now honey, you're gonna be sorry
Can't get out from under a sky that is falling and you say
No fame no money I'm nobody
The way I'm running has sure got me down on my knees.
Next stop, Vegas please.
Can you take me to Vegas?
I need to see Vegas
Take me to Vegas


Piano: Sara Bareilles
Drums: Brian MacLeod
Bass: Chris Chaney
Guitar: Bruce Watson,
Lyle Workman, Joel Shearer
Melatron: Eric Ivan Rosse
Percussion: Rafael Padilla