From a phone booth in Vegas, Jesse at five am, to tell me how tired, of all of them. She says, Baby Ive been bout a trailer by the sea. We could Mexico, you, the cat, and me. Well drink Taquilla, and look for seashells, now doesnt that sound Oh Jesse, you always do this, everytime I get on my feet. Oh Jesse, you pictures, bout how its gonna be. By now I should better, your dreams are never free. But me all about, our little trailer by the sea. Oh Jesse, you can always sell any to me. Oh Jesse, you can always any dream to me. She asked me the cats been, I said, Moses, hes fine. But used to about you, all of the time. We finally took your pictures, down off the wall. Oh Jesse, how do you always seem to know just to call?. She says, Get your sutff together, bring Moses and drive fast. And I listened to her promise, I to God this time its gonna last. Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, how its gonna be. By now I should know better, your are never free. But tell me all about, our little by the sea. Oh Jesse, you can always sell any to me. Oh Jesse, you can always sell any to me. Ill in the sunshine, lay you down 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 dreams are free. But tell me all about, our trailer by the sea. Oh Jesse, you can always sell any to me. Oh Jesse, you can always any dream to me.