Cold Nights

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