It doesn't do me any good to be in your neighborhood try'n' to connect with
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...