I'm going on a date tonight To try to fall out of love with you I know, I know this is a crime But I don't know what else to do
My love, you're in a magazine My love, you're doing fine, you're on TV You pull my heart out and then you run away From Chicago to Cleveland you leave me pain You leave me pain
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother to hear you sing When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother
On the bus radio, "Fifty ways to leave your lover alone" I laughed at the irony But life is stupid, the irony all lost on me It got lost on me
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother to hear you sing When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother
You challenged me to write a love song Here it is, I think I got it wrong I focused on the negative The pain was too much to write and sing Oh, it was not a nice incentive
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing I would trade my other to hear you sing When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing I would trade my other to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother to hear you sing When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother
But she don't know just how far I'd go Would I walk for a hundred miles for a glimpse of your northern smile?