Cory Hanson - Pale Horse Rider

Vegas Knights

If open up my eyes
I might catch a ghost
In the palms through the smoke
Blackjack and whiskey on my mind

When a love has aged
In a world turned strange
It would still remain
Bound to our own beyond

Can I turn back the turnstile?
And parachute us back
To the paradise we left
Like forcing a cloud into a glass

When you earn your wage in a ruthless trade
That you bleed and drain
There at the slots in the stars

When our souls derange in a golden cage
And the birds of prey
Fly 'round our cards
When you can't retain
What you've lost and gained
And we're almost the same
Playing the games that we lost

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Writer(s): Cory Thomas Hanson
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