1st and Repair

It doesn't do me any good to be in your neighborhood And try'n' to connect with the past But like the scene in my mind I'm flirting with a rhyme 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 1st and Repair The 1st 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 1st and Repair The 1st 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 1st and Repair The corner of 1st and Repair The 1st and Repair The 1st and Repair The corner of 1st and Repair Yeah yeah yeah! The Corner of 1st and Repair First and repair First and repair