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 have 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 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