The Sweetest Thing

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?