It Was A Very Good Year

[Verse 1: Jaye Bartell with Emily Easterly]
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town life and soft long nights
I'd hide from the lights and it's all some sheen
When I was seventeen

[Verse 2: Jaye Bartell]
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city life and living under stairs
In the perfumed air I came undone
When I was twenty-one

[Verse 3: Jaye Bartell]
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for breaking things like mirrors and machine
Here comes the white limousines that the medics drive
When I was thirty-five

[Verse 4: Jaye Bartell]
But now my days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear
Get me out of here