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 gla** 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'll 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