Cause Cheap Is How I Feel - Cowboy Junkies

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

Songwriter: Mike Timmins