She picked up the bottle and drove from Colorado in a hand me down car

She went to be a model but drinking from the bottle only gets you so far

Well but these liquored up dreams don't stand on their own

Took her too long to figure out something that she should've known

Well and I know

Cold nights in LA man I hate being sober

She's on the telephone begging me not to come over

If I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right

Oh well babe we could bottle these dreams

Save 'em for when there's nothing more but drinking memories

She left town stopped coming around suppose it's just as well

You know that I was lying pretending I was trying not to miss you like hell Oh and I miss you like hell

Cold nights in LA man I hate being sober

She's on the telephone begging me not to come over

If I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right

Well I hate being sober

Oh well I'm not coming over

Cold nights in LA man I hate being sober

She's on the telephone begging me not to come over

If I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right

Cold nights in LA man I hate getting older

She's on the telephone, begging me not to come over

Well if I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right