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 wore my heart out then you ran away
From Chicago to Cleveland you made me pay
You made me pay

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 like a stupid, the irony got 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 of an incentive
Always my incentive...

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 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 to hear you sing

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?