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