Sara's off on a turnaround Flying gambling fools to the holy land, las vegas Sometimes she's home and sometimes she can't be found,
Sara's off, half hiding, far above the clouds, high she flies I know i've got to find her a place she can push her toes around in She needs a place where she can lounge and wear a gown in Sara turnaround turnaround
And any night she's here or half way 'round the world, oh i could So i know i've got to pray for delays and for days 'til she's besides All alone in her room and her scattered clothes remind me More from Hall & Oates