Nevada

Should you always be a mystery
I'd be lost in daydreams constantly
Out of reach, strung out like yesterday
Close your eyes and watch me drift away.

Somewhere in between the speeding cars
I was born beneath a shooting star
In the morning sun they sold me
Electric hours of fun needlessly

Promise me, promise me
You'll never wait for me
There in the vacant light
Don't say a prayer for me
Tell them I've got somewhere I have to go
That I wished on a star
I'll be back by the end of the show

Should you ever drift into the parade
I'll be the first in line to be saved
And after all know one really knows this desert wind
Or which way it blows

Come out tonight and realise
Here upon my restless sunken eyes
We can sleep till night comes calling
And stop this sky of lights from falling in

Promise me, promise me...