Sierra, Sierra - Chris Rea

Sierra, Sierra

Tell me where is this place you are from

You speak of a land

Filled with warm sea and sand

And the ladies who lie in the sun

Sierra, Sierra

Your distant lights fading away

Crossing those stars to the music and bars

Sierra, is it just like you say?

Sheep counting never worked well

Since the day that I fell

For your ****** dreams

Of a thousand this world's so *******

And I'm pulsed to the wind

At the sight of the song and the sea

Strange cigarettes

Clothes so warm and so wet

You can see through so quite easily

Sierra, Sierra

Sierra, Sierra,

Please tell me you'll stay

Sierra, Sierra,

Till night turns to day

I got so many dreams they can never run dry

My bedroom's becoming a crates on the sky

Filled with dancing tequilas and chickens on spits

White-shirted waiters and girls with big tails

Love in the night in the ways of moonlight

Sierra, please tell me it fits