Betty Buckley - The Man I Used to Love lyrics

I could throw my things together Hustle for the train Pay my weight in silver For the last seat on that westbound plane I would fidget in the taxi I'd pray I find him in I'd get down right there on my knees But where would I begin? It's such a long way Such a long way back to the man I used to love It's such a long way Such a long way back to the man I used to love There were eyes that seemed to reach me Other arms that opened wide There were lips that seemed to know me It was bottled up inside me It was winter up in Boston It was springtime in DC It was June in Chattanooga It was much too much for me It's such a long way Such a long way back to the man I used to love It's such a long way Such a long way back to the man I used to love A beautiful thing, liberation As you write your ticket to hell Offer your own explanation But the fact is this does not reflect too well on me Oh, it's sizzling in Manhattan There are sirens down below Screaming some disaster Like I don't already know That my anchorman is leaving me He's closing down the show And that the preacher on the TV hollering "Girl, I told you so" It's such a long way Such a long way back to the man I used to love It's such a long way Such a long way back to the man I used to love Such a long way back Such a long way back to the man Such a long way back to the man I used to love Such a long way back to the man I used to love