Album: The Greatest Driving Rock Collection 2
From a phone booth in Vegas, Jesse calls at five am,
to tell me how she's tired, of all of them
She says, "Baby I've been thinkin' 'bout a trailer by the sea
We could goto Mexico, you, the cat, and me
We'll drink Taquilla, and look for seashells, now doesn't that sound sweet?"
Oh Jesse, you always do this, everytime I get back on my feet
Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, 'bout how it's gonna be
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free
But tell me all about, our little trailer by the sea
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me
She asked me the cat's been, I said, "Moses, he's just fine
But used to think about you, all of the time
We finally took your pictures, down from off the wall
Oh Jesse, how do you always seem to know just when to call?"
She says, "Get your sutff together, bring Moses and drive real fast"
And I listened to her promise, I swear to God this time it's gonna last
Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, 'bout how it's gonna be
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free
But tell me all about, our little trailer by the sea
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me
I'll love in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm, white sand
And who know, maybe this time, things wil turn out just the way you planned
Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, 'bout how it's gonna be
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free
But tell me all about, our little trailer by the sea
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me