Woorden: Mountain Goats, The. Going To Cleveland.

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've 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 was 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