From a phone booth in Vegas, Jesse calls at am, to me how shes tired, of all of them. She says, Baby Ive thinkin bout a trailer by the sea. We could Mexico, you, the cat, and me. Well drink Taquilla, and look for seashells, now that sound sweet? Oh Jesse, you always do this, I get back on my feet. Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, bout how its 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 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 finally took your pictures, down off the wall. Oh Jesse, how do you always to know 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 time its gonna 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, things wil out just the way you planned. Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, how its gonna be. By now I know better, your dreams are never free. But tell me all about, our trailer by the sea. Oh Jesse, you can always sell any to me. Oh Jesse, you can sell any dream to me.