Well the fog rolled in on Atlantic City
So you could see no moonlight at all
But the chandeliers are so bright and so pretty
And big as a house
I hope they don't fall
One day they could
You never know

Ching ching ching went the slot machines
As we made our way down to Wan Fu's Buffet
Me and José got three hundred between us
Whatever we make, he says, we'll put away
One day we could
You never know

Hang all your hopes on Atlantic City
Outside the ocean roars in the dark
We'll live or die on this in between place
But tonight you can hardly see the boardwalk

I love him so much it hurts me inside
José with the far away look in his eyes
And a trouble so deep you'll never get in
I put my head on his shoulder and hold him so tight
One day we could
You never know