1st and Repair Songtext
von Monte Montgomery

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