Box Truck Dreams

[Verse] Rollin' down the Strip in my trusty old box truck, Neon lights flashin', gonna push my luck. Deliverin' hopes in the city of sin, From slot machines to showgirls, it's a brand new spin. [Verse 2] Haulin' crates of whiskey to the high rollers' door, From Caesar's to Bellagio, always wantin' more. Midnight runs to the international market's glow, Exotic spices blendin' with the Jacks and the Joes. [Chorus] When the workday is done, it's time to unwind, Grab a beer with the boys, leave the work behind. Talk about the roads we've traveled, stories we've spun, In this desert of dreams, we're all just tryin' to run. [Verse 3] Sunrise paints the sky, another day ahead, With a truck full of dreams and a restless bed. Pullin' into the market, where cultures collide, From baccarat to blackjack, it's one wild ride. [Verse 4] Every box holds a secret, every crate a tale, From the neon-lit towers to the market's dusty trail. Las Vegas nights still call, even after the load, It's a gambler's life, always on the road. [Chorus] When the workday is done, it's time to unwind, Grab a beer with the boys, leave the work behind. Talk about the roads we've traveled, stories we've spun, In this desert of dreams, we're all just tryin' to run.