Sands Of Nevada - Mark Knopfler

These tables are haunted 
By the ghost of Las Vegas 
Their chips were once mountains 
But they came here to play 
They could take me if they wanted 
But I have nothing worth counting 
And like the sands of Nevada 
They go drifting away 

Lady luck's still a mystery 
With her head on my shoulders 
And I don't know why 
I still want her to dance 
I guess that's all history 
What it is is I'm older 
And I'm still a fool 
For a one-way romance 

Her dice were red rubies 
They rolled and they tumbled 
And I never saw time 
Running out with my roll 
And in a wasteland of cut glass 
My dreams have all crumbled 
And I've paid with whatever 
I had left for a soul 

Now the dawn's broken even 
On an empty horizon 
No reason for folding 
No reason to stay 
It's too soon to be leaving 
Too late for criticising 
And the sands of Nevada 
They go drifting away