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  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 'til 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 favours 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 awhile    Warming 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  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  |__ |__ |__ |__ |