From a phone in Vegas, Jesse 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 could Mexico, you, the cat, and me. Well drink Taquilla, and look for seashells, now doesnt that sound Oh Jesse, you always do this, I get back on my feet. 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 sell any to me. She asked me the cats been, I said, Moses, hes fine. But used to about you, all of the time. We finally your pictures, down 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 drive fast. And I to her promise, I swear to God this time its gonna last. Oh Jesse, you pictures, bout how its gonna be. By now I should know better, 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 sell any dream to me. Ill love in the sunshine, lay you in the warm, white sand. And who know, maybe time, things wil turn out just the way you planned. 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 trailer by the sea. Oh Jesse, you can sell any dream to me. Oh Jesse, you can sell any dream to me.