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.
CHORUS Listen up now honey, you're gonna be sorry Can't get out from under a sky that is falling 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
Gonna sell my house and cross the border Cause somebody said that dreams live in Mexico Gonna sell my house and gonna lose ten pounds and cross the border And make love upon the white sandy shore
CHORUS Listen up now honey, you're gonna be sorry Can't get out from under a sky that is falling 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, better if you could only get there It's never your fault you can't start your winning streak But I'd hate to lose you to the fortune you seek.
Gonna lose my mind and sail the ocean Gonna find my peace beneath cherry blue skies Gonna fix my mind upon a final destination Upon a sweet dream I'll never realize
CHORUS Listen up now honey, you're gonna be sorry Can't get out from under a sky that is falling 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... I got to get to Vegas. I got to get to Vegas.
Compositor: Sara Beth Bareilles ECAD: Obra #2635793 Fonograma #1369641