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