We both know you're leaving You just don't want to say it yet 'Cause you don't want to hurt my feelings So you gnaw your little holes in the net
And you torture me with those big eyes And you punish me with pity But I'm going to Cleveland
You say you wanted to strike first Because one of us was leaving, that's what you say But I've always been real fond of you So I never would have treated you this way
And you torture me with those big eyes And you punish me with pity But I'm going to Cleveland
I hear the Cuyahoga calling Now I know what I was born for And you say "Hey John, where are you going?" But that's not my name anymore
And you torture me with those big eyes And you punish me with pity But I'm going to Cleveland