Repair Man

I started my life over again As a repairman Whose hands do not work Now why would I? I never meant to see this on the ground I'm arked as (?) marked (?) year of my birth (?) could have treated me worst Temporary placed hands on plain black And while we kiss when you were mine Made the man out of me Oh held them (?) high a little Small comfort only now I know I must be blind 'Cause I can't see all for the wine for a soul All of our tears before we rip our years All for the same of a song If something is missed And I don't exist as a repairman