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 futures mapped out in the cards

And I feel so low, so low



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

Goodwill in my soul

I'm here on my own

There's nothing so lonely

As 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

The city of steel

>From roulette and blackjack

And the spin of the wheel



At the table I see men's fortunes

Come and go and go

I've seen my future in the cards

And I feel so low, so low



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

Goodwill in my soul

I'm here on my own

There's nothing so lonely

As Christmas in Vegas



I'm here on my own

So please won't you phone me

It's Christmas in Vegas



I'm so lonely

This Christmas in Vegas

Please won't you phone me

This Christmas in Vegas

I feel lonely

Won't you phone me

Now I need you

This Christmas in Vegas

Why won't you phone me

Wouldn't it be nice

If we'd both thrown different dice