seventeen years before nI should have hauled off and kissed hernnow I lace my wine with ginger njust let my evenings passnthey passnnshe's whistling in a candy storenand I'm just screaming in the dark herenI'm just choking down a salt yeahnand sugar's all I've longed fornI try againnnseventeen and there she stoodna photograph in my doorwaynand I felt all my light leave menmy thoughts all tumbling undernnafter that my days resign to static and gray hair and soft crynlike a cracked crystal second hand wine chimenjust clanging for a lovernI can loventry againn