Down along the creek I remember something Her, the heron hurried away When first I breeched that last Sunday
Low moon don the yellow road I remember something That leaving wasn't easing All that heaving in my vines And as certain it is evening 'at is NOW is not the Time' Ooh
Toiling with your blood I remember something In B, un—rationed kissing on a night second to last Finding both your hands As second sun came past the glass And oh, I know it felt right And I had you in my grasp
Oh, then how we gonna cry? Cause it once might not mean something? Love, a second glance It is not something that we'll need Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds But all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
And I'll see you Turn around, you're my A-Team Turn around, now, you're my A-Team God damn, turn around now You're my A-Team