CHRISTMAS IN VEGAS
(Marc Almond) 
Marc Almond - 1995


Well I just can't explain 
The despair that I feel 
As the wheel goes round, and round, round 
Now I must return to the city of steel 
Put my feet on the ground, the ground, ground 

In Las Vegas there are no clocks 
The time goes slow, so slow 
My future's mapped out in the cards 
And I feel so low, so low 

Chorus: 
Now we're in the season 
Of love and goodwill 
But the wheel still goes round, and round, round 
But there's love in my heart (love in my heart) 
Goodwill in my soul (goodwill in my soul) 
I'm here on my own 
There's nothing so lonely 
As Christmas in Vegas (Christmas in Vegas) 

The lights of Las Vegas 
Hold no magic for me 
No real substitute 
For the lights on a tree 
One day I'll return 
To the city of steel 
For roulette and blackjack 
And a the spin of the wheel 
At the table I've seen men's fortunes 
Come and go and go 
I've seen my future in the cards 
And I feel so low, so low 

Repeat chorus 

I'm here on my own 
So please won't you phone me 
This Christmas in Vegas

I'm so lonely, this Christmas in Vegas 
Please won't you phone me, this Christmas in Vegas 
I'm so lonely, won't you phone me 
Now I need you, this Christmas in Vegas 
Why don't you phone me 
Wouldn't it be nice if we both have thrown different dice