I'm Getting Back Into Getting Back Into You

Baby won't you take this magnet Maybe put my picture back on the fridge I must've been crazy to let you get away like you did Like a brown bird nesting in a Texas casern I got a point of view And the kicker is that I'm getting back Into getting back Into you I guess over time we became ducks I never seemed to see you much Then the world turned and got away We fell out of touch I've been working at the airport bar It's like Christmas in a submarine Wings and brandy on a winter's night I guess you wouldn't call it a scene Now my ex-wife's living in the suburbs with her guru and her mom Now she finds her consolation in the stardust of a barn You can call it a spinoff, say it's a knockoff, title it part two But I'm getting back Into getting back Into getting back into you