Atlantic City, I was busted and the wind was bitter cold
Well I never quite adjusted, never do so I suppose
The odds were in my favor going home a millionaire
Got all the gold in California, she’s with me everywhere
When the last star crumbles and the sun sinks in the sea
The last chain is broken and everyone is free
When all is said and done and now is used to be
When it’s final curtain calls and no one’s left at all, there’ll still be you and me
So much snow I can’t remember what it’s like to see the ground