Lyrics:

(GUITAR INTRO)

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