Vegas Baby - The Weepies, Steve Tannen, Deb Talan

Friday I can’t see the use

Get the hell right out of Dodge

Slip the traffic like a noose

On the trail of some mirage

Every time it comes

I think my luck will stay

Drive all the way

To Vegas baby

Got no aces up my sleeve

Got nowhere to rest my head

Got no money sir to lose

And the sky is turning red

And I change out of my jeans

On the road beside the lake

Like the skies that I have seen

When I have been asleep-awake

Take the rain as a sign

Get myself dressed to the nines

And I will pay for this

Somewhere down the line

And I’m flying through the heat

The Mexicali radio

Every car is like a prayer

Searching for somewhere to go