Repair

Traveled Far Into The Country
Before It Came To A Stop
We Both Held Our Breath
As It Took The Final Drop
Back At The First Station
Was The Place To Stop
But I Kept Us Going
Until That Final Drop

You Turn Across To Me
And Tell Me Just The Same
"I Knew It All Along"
As You Try Sharing Blame
I'm The One Who's Driving
We Are Not The Same
I Was In Control
So I'm The One To Blame

Nothing There To Fix
But We Still Got Out
Opened Up The Bonnet
To Take A Look About
To Look As If I Knew
I Pulled Parts In And Out
For Awhile You Looked On
As You Waited About

But As The Day Grew On
You Began To Grow Cold
Could Only Say I'm Sorry
"This Car Is Just Too Old"
True It Is My Fault
That The Engines Cold
If We Stay Too Long
We Both Would Grow Old

So You Sleaze Up Your Hand
To Put On Smokeless Parts
You Make Do With Anything
And The Engine Starts
With Promise Of A Journey
The Road Ahead Parts
I'm The First To Break
Your The One Who Starts

I Don't Have A Choice
As I See Tail-Lights
The First I've Ever Seen
After How Many Nights
What To Do But Stare
At Disappearing Lights
Which Dwindle Even More
On Cold Broken Nights

I'm Not Sure What I See
With The Night's End
Can You Leave Behind
And Still Be A Friend
There Was Always Nothing
But For This To End
Soon You Will Be
But An Old Lost Friend

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