It doesn't do me any good to be in your neighborhood try'n' to connect with
The past
But like the scene in my mind, I'm flirting with a rhme while the sun's
Coming up at last,
With the untimely demise of your focus on the prize that fell into your
Hands then out
Well you could've been the one now you're riding shotgun through the valley
Of the shadow of doubt
Well, well, well...

Could be the color of a shadow at midnight blending in with your windswept
Hair
Causing me to refrain from calling your name in a windstorm
At the corner of First an Repair
The first and repair

Well you're none pair shy of thirty with your hands still dirty from
Holding yourself up at the bar
Yeah, you really made out like a bandit gone south with one red hand in the
Jar
You used to play it safe; you used to take it on faith and hope that ev'ry
Thing worked out
But the mind can't erase what you long to embrace May be that's what this
Is about
Well, well, well...

Could be the color of a shadow at midnight blending in with your windswept
Hair
Causing me to refrain from calling your name in a windstorm
The corner of First an Repair
The first and repair

Could be the color of a shadow at midnight blending in with your windswept
Hair
Causing me to refrain from calling your name in a windstorm
The corner of First an Repair
The first and repair

2 x first an repair

Yeah yeah yeah

3x first and repair