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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 that westbound plane

I would fidget in the taxi

I'd pray I find him in

I'd 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

Oh it's sizzling in Manhattan

There are sirens down below

Screaming some disaster

Like I don't already know

That my anchorman is leaving me

He's closing down the show

And that the 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

Such a long way back to the man I used to love

Such a long way back to the man I used to love