Man I Used to Love

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 would pray I find him in Get down right there on my knees But where would I begin There were eyes that seemed to reach me 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 Now it's a long way, a long way back To the man I used to love It's a long way, such a long way back To the man I used to love A beautiful thing, liberation Lets you write your ticket to hell Offer your own explanation But the fact is this does not reflect too well on me Now it's sizzling in Manhattan And the sirens down below Are screaming some disaster Like I don't already know That my anchor man is leaving me Closing down the show There's a preacher on the TV hollering "Girl, I told you so" Now it's a long way, a long way back To the man I used to love It's 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 I used to love It's a long way back, a long way, a long way Such a long way