"Last Bus Home" lyrics

Well I pawned my Camaro, my watch and my chains
And I took all the cash that I had
And I counted my cards and I prayed real hard
But all of my luck it turned bad

And the bright lights of Vegas cut me to the bone
As I waited at the station for the last bus home

Well the cabaret bookers and the bored hotel hookers
Nodded their restrained farewell
And stayed in their places, as I carried my cases
Down the grand and sweeping stairwell

And the bright lights of Vegas and a lonesome saxophone
Serenade me as I'm waiting for the last bus home

Last bus home
Last bus home

Well I'm back in Placentia, it seems in absentia
The bills still pile up at my door
And in all of this disarray, my Hawaiian holiday
Is further away than before

And the bright lights of Vegas, in a desert on their own
Are reflected in the windows of the last bus home

And the bright lights of Vegas cut me to the bone
As I waited at the station for the last bus home

Last bus home
Last bus home
Last bus home
Last bus home