Текст песни The Man I Used to Love - Betty Buckley

I could throw my things together
Hustle for the train
Pay my weight in silver
For the last seat on the westbound plane
I would fidget in the taxi
I would pray I'd find him in
Get down right there on my knees
But where would I begin

It's such a long way
Such a long way back to the man I used to love
It's such a long way
Such a long way back to the man I used to love

There were eyes that seemed to reach me
Other 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

It's such a long way,
Such a long way back to the man I used to love
It's such a long way,
Such a long way back to the man I used to love

A beautiful thing, liberation
As you write your ticket to hell
Offer your own explanation
But the fact is this does not reflect too well on me

Ohhh, it's sizzling in Manhattan
There are sirens down below
Screaming some disaster
Like I don't already know
That my anchor man is leaving me
He's closing down the show
And there's a preacher on the TV hollering
"Girl, I told you so"

It's such a long way
Such a long way back to the man I used to love
It's such 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
It's a long way back to the man I used to love
Such a long way back to the man I used to love