
Lane Derbyshire - fast vegas (Cover) (Cover)
[Intro] [Verse1] Let's go to Vegas You'll take the steering wheel from me Won't you, dear? Oh, it's hard to think Of everything When I know you're here [Bridge 1] Should have heard it coming, In the radio waves The things you'd do The way you stayed It's hard to think about anything When we're this way [Bridge 2] Sorry that I put it on the fence today I'd meant to put it up and mail it someplace Things caught up with what I'd had to say And you were pulling away [Verse 2] Let's go to Vegas You'll take the steering wheel from me Won't you, baby? Let's go to Vegas, you'll see all my hometown now And how we had changed [prelude] Welcome to Strath Vegas, the place of Raccoons, possums, and mayhem I'm not trying to make you cry when I show you we're up past 3 A.M [intelude] Let's go to Strath Vegas Let's venture out past the bushlines and the thickets If you can think of it We will try to make it happen [solo] Let's go. Let's go, If you can take my hands Off of the steering wheel Then we can feel Like we're back home [Build-Up] Let's go to Vegas You'll take the steering wheel from me Won't you, dear? Oh, it's hard to think Of everything When I know you're here [Swelling chords] Should have heard it coming, In the radio waves The things you'd do The way you stayed It's hard to think about anything When we're this way [solo] [chopped] Sorry that I put it on the fence today I'd meant to put it up and mail it someplace Things caught up with what I'd had to say And you were pulling away Let's go to Vegas You'll take the steering wheel from me Won't you, baby? Let's go to Vegas, you'll see all my hometown now And how we had changed [Build-Up] Welcome to Strath Vegas, the place of Raccoons, possums, and mayhem I'm not trying to make you cry when I show you we're up past 3 A.M [Drop] [Crescendo] [Cacophony Orchestra] Let's go to Strath Vegas Let's venture out past the bushlines and the thickets If you can think of it We will try to make it happen [Outro] [Soft-Solo] Let's go Let's go If you can take my hands Off of the steering wheel Then we can feel Like we're back home (Irratic brass trumpets and violin Cacophony harmonized) [Continued Instrumental Fade]

