Down, down along the creek I remember something I heard the heron hurried away When first I'd preached, that last SundayAlone, 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 [?] I'm toying with your blood I remember something And be a lesson; kissing on the nights I get to last Found in both your hands A second son can't pa** the glance And oh, I know it felt right And I had you in my grasp Oh, then how we gonna cry Cause we once might not mean something And love at second glance It is not something that we need Only 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 Goddamn, turn around now You're my A-Team