Down along the creek
I remember something
I heard the heron hurried away
When first I'd preached, that last Sunday
No moon down the yellow road
I remember something
Believing wasn't easy
All that heaving in my vines
And certainly this evening it is now it's not the time
Ooh
I'm toiling with your blood
I remember something
And be a lesson; kissing on the nights second to last
Found in both your hands
A second son can't pass the glance
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
And love at second glance
It is not something that we need
Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
And all I'm trying to do is get my feet up 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