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