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 [bad word] 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?