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?