Don’t worry baby I have not forgotten the way

I’d take an aeroplane

Across the ocean to your place

And when I arrive I’m quite sure I would find

Your porch, your rake, your gloves

You always loved to pick up leaves

And if you think we could pick up where we left off

I promise I would be the best girl on the lot

Time it has come

And all the work that it has done

On me

Could you use a little sugar with your cream?

I know now

There’s a girl who holds my place

But honey tell me true

Is she all that you replaced

If she is, I will center myself again

I don’t mean confusion

Just to have my way

But if you think I’ve a better idea

I would fly right back to old Alabama again

And I would pack up a single suitcase

For all my possessions are in your bedroom