Down along the creek i remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday (O oh)

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 (O-o-o oh)

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?
And love at 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