Look up you're in Cleveland again a solid line that never ends I've got
stories you'll never realize and I know it I wear it on my sleeve there must
be somethin' about you that I liked but right here in the rain you know it
just don't seem right I always go out I never hide but in Cleveland I should
have stayed inside good morning heartache your like an old friend come and see
me again testify my love for you I know it runs deep through your body too
from the cold blacktop to the hot concrete the old tan van it ain't so sweet