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