[Strophe]
C                Em 
Down along the creek 
G                C 
I remember something 
C                      Em  Em7 
Her, the heron hurried away 
C                            Em    Em7       G 
When first I breeched that last Sunday
[Strophe]
C                Em 
Low moon don the yellow road 
G                C 
I remember something 
C 
That leaving wasn't easing 
           Em          Em7 
All that heaving in my vines 
C                                   Em             Em7 
And as certain it is evening 'at is NOW is not the Time' 
G 
Ooh
[Strophe]
C                Em 
Toiling with your blood 
G                C 
I remember something 
C                              Em         Em7 
In B, un—rationed kissing on a night second to last 
C 
Finding both your hands 
           Em           Em7 
As second sun came past the glass 
C 
And oh, I know it felt right 
   Em                G 
And I had you in my grasp
[Strophe]
C                     Em 
Oh, then how we gonna cry 
Em                             C 
Cause it once might not mean something 
C 
Love, a second glance 
           Em           Em7 
It is not something that we'll need 
C                                   Em           Em7 
Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds 
C                                  Em                G 
But all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
[Outro]
C 
And I see you 
Em                     G 
Turn around, you're my A-Team 
C             Em            G 
Turn around now, you're my A-Team 
C                 Em 
God damn, turn around now 
          G 
You're my A-Team