For Suzanne

She's been written in song by the greatest of names
 Steven Foster, Leonard Cohen and Sweet Baby James
 But I got this feeling this won't be the same
 My love song for Suzanne
 There's ghosts in the rear of that showcase of dreams
 A vortex of hope by the cigarette machine
 You can pay for the whisky but she'll never come clean
 You're just holding a loaded hand
 But the old-school passion is not to be missed
 The entrance exam is a soul-to-soul kiss
 The final is tears, clenched teeth and raised fists
 And a love song for Suzanne
 Give her the grace to face herself
 Too long she has languished up on the top shelf
 The bearskin, the mattress, the judgmental health
 The prize of another man
 Give her some wisdom for all she's been through
 Her dance with the spirits, a lover or two
 She's been sleeping it off but someday she'll come to
 This love song for Suzanne
 And if you get the nod on some cold aimless night
 From a death-do-us partner preparing for flight
 You can ride on that carpet, but you best keep your sight
 On the tender who takes your hand
 I love her, I love her, I've cried to the moon
 My orphan in rags said, "You gave up to soon."
 I've got twelve years of crazy and this overused tune
 As a love song for Suzanne
 Give her the grace to face herself
 Too long she has languished upon the top shelf
 The bearskin, the mattress, the judgmental health
 The prize of another man
 And give me some wisdom for all that I do
 My dance with misfortune, a time or two
 I've been under the weather but the sun's shining through
 I've been under the weather but the sun's shining through
 This love song for Suzanne