From a phone booth in Vegas, Jesse calls at 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 look for seashells, now that sound sweet? Oh Jesse, you always do this, everytime I get on my feet. Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, 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 any dream to me. Oh Jesse, you can always any dream to me. She asked me the cats been, I said, Moses, hes fine. But to think about you, all of the time. We finally took your pictures, from off the wall. Oh Jesse, how do you always seem to just when to call?. She says, Get your sutff together, bring Moses and real fast. And I listened to her promise, I swear to God this time its last. Oh Jesse, you pictures, bout how its gonna be. By now I should know better, your are never free. But me all about, our little trailer by the sea. Oh Jesse, you can always any dream to me. Oh Jesse, you can always any dream to me. Ill love in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm, sand. And who know, this 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, dreams 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 always sell any to me.