Wilco Radio Cure from "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery star Honey kisses, clouds of fog Sugars shrugging off Cheer up, honey, i hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with radio cures Electronic surgical words Picking apples for kings & queens of things I've never seen Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Cheer up, honey, i hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery star Honey kisses, clouds of fog Picking apples for kings & queens of things I've never seen Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable Cheer up, honey, i hope you can