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
Sara please