For Suzanne - Darrell Scott

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