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, unrationed 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 creeks
And I 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