From a phone in Vegas, Jesse calls at five am, to tell me how tired, of all of them. She says, Baby Ive been thinkin a trailer by the sea. We goto Mexico, you, the cat, and me. Well drink Taquilla, and for seashells, now doesnt that sound sweet? Oh Jesse, you always do this, I get back on my feet. Oh Jesse, you pictures, bout how its gonna be. By now I should know better, your dreams are free. But me all about, our little trailer by the sea. Oh Jesse, you can sell any dream to me. Oh Jesse, you can always sell any to me. She asked me the been, I said, Moses, hes just fine. But used to think you, all of the time. We took your pictures, down from off the wall. Oh Jesse, how do you always seem to know just to call?. She says, Get your sutff together, bring Moses and real fast. And I listened to her promise, I to God this time its gonna last. Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, bout how its be. By now I should know better, dreams are never free. But tell me all about, our little by the sea. Oh Jesse, you can always any dream to me. Oh Jesse, you can always sell any to me. Ill love in the sunshine, lay you in the warm, white sand. And who know, maybe time, things wil turn out just the way you planned. Oh Jesse, you pictures, bout how its gonna be. By now I should know better, your are never free. But tell me all about, our trailer by the sea. Oh Jesse, you can sell any dream to me. Oh Jesse, you can sell any dream to me.