Salt Year

Salt Year - Chris Bathgate

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, they pass, they pass, and they pass

She is whistling in a candy store,

And I’m just screaming in the dark here

I’m just choking down a salt year

When sugars all I”ve longed for,

All I’ve longed for, all I’ve longed for

Try again

Try again

Try again

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

Tumbling under, tumbling under

After then my days resigned, to static and gray hair in soft cry

Like a cracked crystal second hand wind chime

Just clanging for a lover,

For a lover, for a lover

I can lover...