On Susan's Floor
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Like crippled ships that made it through a storm and finally reached a quiet shore,
the homeless found a home on Susan's floor.
Didn't feel so cold and tired stretched out before her fire,
rolling smokes and drinking up her wine.
And I remember candlelight and singing till we could not sing no more,
then falling warm asleep on Susan's floor.
Well now that my song is sweeter, I think I'd like to greet her
and thank her for the favors that she gave.
A stranger I came, my head bowed in the rain to her door,
I sat and sang my songs on Susan's floor.
In the morning I'd go on, buying kingdoms with my songs,
knowing I'd be back in just a while, warm in the sunlight of her smile.
Well, lots of time and songs have passed, I catch myself just looking back,
reliving all the wonder of those nights.
That's where I'd be today if I had only stayed one night more
and sang another song on Susan's floor.
Like crippled ships that made it through a storm and finally reached a quiet shore,
the homeless found a home on Susan's floor.
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