i want to be the chuckle in the tremble of your voice
i want to be the sigh of being your last and worst choice

close the blinds before the drunk couples wake the roads
put your head on my chest and i'll tell you stories i've never told

my first night in vegas i chatted up a hooker at a bar
entranced by a romance that didn't leave a medical scar

but when the price for drink is five dollars a pop
there's nothing left for a man to do but smile and nod