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 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