I'm Getting Back Into Getting Back Into You - Silver Jews

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