Down along the creek
I remember something
I heard the heron hurried away
When first I'd preached, that last Sunday
No moon down the yellow road
I remember something
Believing wasn't easy
All that heaving in my vines
And as certain it is evening it is now it's not the Time
Ooh
Toiling with your blood
I remember something
And be a lesson; kissing on the nights second to last
Found in both your hands
As second sun can't pass the glance
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 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 creeks
And I see you
God damn, turn around now