Lost my shirt in Vegas
Lost my mind in Tennesee
Left my dreams in paper bag
Beneath a chestnut tree
Sweet lady Caroline
Can you come out to play?
The King is in his counting house
Counting Boujulais
We'll dance a tango on a temple mound
In your evening gown While the sun shines down
I'll play some Django on the sacred ground
Fill the air with sound 'til we're run outta town
Oh Mercy me, the stars are in your eyes...
We hit the high way
The high pass o'er the ridge
Been gone since Friday
Across the burning bridge
Radio Havana
Bids us all goodnight
We'll make Savannah
In shafts of morning light
We'll dance a tango on a temple mound
In your evening gown While the sun shines down
I'll play some Django on the sacred ground
Fill the air with sound 'til we're run outta town
Oh Mercy me, the stars are in your eyes...
Ooh, stars are in your eyes
Ooh, stars are in your eyes
Stars are in your eyesStars are in your eyes
We're off to rack and ruin
So leap the garden wall
Leave the past behind you
I'll catch you if you fall
We'll dance a tango on a temple mound
In your evening gown While the sun shines down
I'll play some Django on the sacred ground
Fill the air with sound 'til we're run outta town
Oh Mercy me, the stars are in your eyes...
Home to me is where the anchor lies
Transcendency, from the ashes rise
Home to me is where the anchor lies
Transcendency, from the ashes riseI see stars, stars are in your eyesFrom the ashes riseThe stars are in your eyesMusic and Lyrics © Ben New 2012
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