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
      THIRTY SUMMERS
  (Michael Timmins)
    Caught in the vice of heaven and earth
  he turned his life into a cell
  imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all
  and those desires which we all know so well
  His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams
  and he would wake in the hours before sunrise
  and dread the coming of the day
    Never thought a man could become so desperate
  never thought a life could lose so much hope
  to be tearing at the roots around you
  as if in manacles, or irons, or ropes
  They say he told his children that all he taught was lost
  that love and pride and honesty
  were to be gained at too high a cost
    It's been thirty summers that I've spent with him
  and I expect thirty more to pass
  he has blessed my life in so many ways
  that I could never turn my back
  But I need just one more reminder
  of the man that he used to be
  if he would just look deep into my eyes
  and say it's in you my love that I will find the key