seventeen years before I should have hauled off and kissed her now I lace my wine with ginger just let my evenings pass they pass she's whistling in a candy store and I'm just screaming in the dark here I'm just choking down a salt yeah and sugar's all I've longed for I try again seventeen and there she stood a photograph in my doorway and I felt all my light leave me my thoughts all tumbling under after that my days resign to static and gray hair and soft cry like a cracked crystal second hand wine chime just clanging for a lover I can love