Cowboy Junkies - 'Cause Cheap Is How I Feel

It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you spit

it freezes before it hits the ground

And when a bum asks you for a quarter, you give a dollar

if he's out tonight he must be truly down

And I'm searching all the windows for a last minute present

to prove to you that what I said was real,

for something small and frail and plastic, baby,

'cause cheap is how I feel



Half moon in the sky tonight, bright enough

to come up with an answer

to the question why is it that every time I see you

my love grows a little stronger

But your memory leaves my stomach churning,

feeling like a lie about to be revealed,

but I'll horde all this to myself

'cause cheap is how I feel



It's not the smell in here that gets to me it's the lights

I hate the shadows that they cast,

and the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing

I'll always drag with me from my past

I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight, to fall into

and maybe strike a deal

Your body for my soul, fair swap

`cause cheap is how I feel