It’s the kind of night that so cold your spit freezes before it hits the ground.
When bum asks for a quarter, I give a dollar, if he’s out tonight he must be truly down.
And I’m searching all my Mondays for last minute present to prove to you how I feel is real;
for something small and frail and plastic, baby, ’cause cheap is how I feel.
Half a moon in the sky tonight…. not enough to come up with an answer
to the question ‘why is 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.
And I hold all this to myself, ’cause cheap is how I feel.
It’s that smell in here; it really gets to me and the lights, how I hate the shadows that they cast.
And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing I’ll always dread with me from my past.
I think I’ll find a pair of arms tonight, to fall into and maybe strike a deal;
Your body for my soul: a fair swap…. ’cause cheap is how I feel.
————- Cowboy Junkies
You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?
I love singing this song; It has a country feel, which lends well to humour. And it’s entertaining!
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