Thin Ice

Some folks go to the motel and some folks go to the brush
And some folks go for that funky thing and some folks go for the rush
But I thought we had a real love filled with a common trust
Till your love slipped and I got hip now nothing ain't like it was

And we're traveling on
Thin ice, baby
Thin ice, baby
We're traveling on
Thin ice, baby,
Thin ice
(HARP SOLO)
(GUITAR SOLO)

I'm giving up living that nightlife I'm giving up walking the street
I'm giving up waiting for sunrise and the high-heeled sound of your feet
And you said we had a rare wine with a taste so bittersweet
But that's all wrong our good thing's gone it ain't like it used to be

And we're traveling on
Thin ice, baby
Thin ice, baby
Yeah we're traveling on
Thin ice, baby
Thin ice

Thin ice, baby
Oh yeah, we're traveling on
Thin ice, baby,
And ooh, we're traveling on
Thin ice, baby,

And we're traveling on,
Thin ice, baby
And we're traveling on,
Thin ice, baby
Aah we're traveling on,
Thin ice, baby
Aah we're traveling on,
Thin ice, baby
Lyrics are copyright 1975, Randle Chowning & Steve Cash