Good Year - Alibi Music

When I was 17 It was a very good year It was a very good year For small-town girls and soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village green When I was 17 When I was 21 It was a very good year It was a very good year For city girls who lived up the stair With all that perfumed hair And it came undone When I was 21 Then I was 35 It was a very good year It was a very good year For blue-blooded girls of independent means We'd ride in limousines That their chauffeurs would drive When I was 35 But now the days are short I'm in the autumn of my years And I think of my life As vintage wine from fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year

I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick On the cigarettes there in the ashtray Lyin' cold the way you left them But at least your lips caressed them while you packed And a lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee That you poured and didn't drink But at least you thought you wanted it That's so much more than I can say for me It's been a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger there The lawn could stand another mowin' Funny, I don't even care When you turned and walked away And as the door behind you closes The only thing I know to say It's been a good year for the roses After three full years of marriage It's the first time that you haven't made the bed I guess the reason we're not talkin' There's so little left to say, we haven't said While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind I find I haven't spoke a word And from the bedroom those familiar sounds Of our one baby's cryin' goes unheard But what a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger there The lawn could stand another mowin' Funny, I don't even care When you turned and walked away And as the door behind you closes The only thing I know to say It's been a good year for the roses

The first time that i met her I was throwing up in a ladies room stall. She asked me if i needed anything I said i think i spilled my drink. And that's how it started. (Or so i'd like to believe) She took me to her mother's house outside of town Where the stars hang down. She said she'd never seen someone so lost. I said i'd never felt so found. And then i kissed her on the cheek. And so she kissed me on the mouth. Oh oh oh oh. Spring was popping daises Around rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs. We moved into a studio in council bluffs To save a couple of bucks. Where the mice came out at night. Neighbors were screaming all the time. We'd make love in the afternoon To chelsea girls and bachelor number 2. I'd play for her some songs i wrote She'd joke and say i'm shooting through the roof. I'd say they're all for you dear. I'll write the album of the year. And i know she'd love me then. I swear to god she did. Because the way she'd bite my lower lip And push her hips against my hips. And dig her nails so deep into my skin. The first time that i met her I was convinced that i had finally found the one. She was convinced i was under the influence Of all those drunken romantics. I was reading Fante at the time. I had Bukowski on my mind. She got a job at jacob's Serving cocktails to all the local drunks. Against her will i fit the bill I perched down at the end of the bar. She says space is not just a place for stars. I give you an inch you want a house with a yard. And i know she loved me once. But now those days are gone. She used to call me every day From a payphone on her break for lunch Just to say she can't wait to come home. To come home. To come home. Yeah home. The last time that i saw her She was picking through which records were hers. Her clothes were packed in boxes With some pots and pans and books and a toaster. Just then a mouse scurried across the floor. So i laughed until it didn't hurt. I laughed until it didn't hurt. I laughed until it didn't hurt. Ah right.