From a phone booth in Vegas, calls at five am, to tell me how tired, of all of them. She says, Ive been thinkin bout 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 know 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 me the cats been, I said, Moses, hes just fine. But to think about you, all of the time. We finally took your pictures, down 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, paint you pictures, how its gonna be. By now I know 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 sell any dream to me. Ill love in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm, sand. And who know, maybe this time, wil turn out just the way you planned. Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, bout how its 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.