From a phone booth in Vegas

Jesse calls at five a.m.

To tell me how she's tired of all of them

She says, "Baby, I've been thinking about a trailer by the sea

We could go to Mexico; You, the cat and Me

We'll drink tequila and look for seashells

Now doesn't that sound sweet"

Oh Jesse you always do this every time I get back on my feet



Jesse paint your pictures

About 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 how the cat's been

I say "Moses, he's just fine"

But he used to think about you, all the time

We finally took your pictures down off the wall

Jesse, how do you always seem to know just when to call

She says "Get your stuff together, bring Moses and drive real fast"

And I listened to her promise

I swear to God this time it's gonna last



Jesse paint your pictures

About 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 you in the sunshine

Lay you down in the warm, white sand

And who knows maybe this time

Things will turn out just the way you planned



Jesse paint your pictures

About 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.



(...for the eternal dreamer in all of us