Lyrics: 17

Oh she's only 17
wine and whine and wound up over everything
Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the scene
Brothers frightened when's a baby gonna sleep
Hidden ship two sails away

It's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session
It's a tick of our time and the tick in her head that makes me feel so strange
I could call you baby, I could call you, dammit, it's a one in a million
Oh it's the rolling of her Spanish tongue that makes me want to stay