Suzanne

Night falls and I am gathered once again
Going deep into the ricochet of yesteryear
Dwelling on the one place that I know to be long gone
Come see the corners of the property
I was walking along the old road
Looking through the gaps in the vine-tangled fence
When I saw her standing there
Suddenly young with dark brown hair
Suzanne, why do we dream of it?
Suzanne, oh dear Suzanne
Suzanne, why are we taken back?
Suzanne, oh dear Suzanne
La, di, da, a-le-la
Come see the corners of the property
Some nights later I am gathered once again
This reverie is reoccurring
On the ceiling, hand painted flowers
And in my heart, galloping horses
There was a debt, forever lingers
Like the scent of antique roses
I can't go back, can't say I want to
But that old spirit keeps me haunted
Suzanne, why do we dream of it
Suzanne, oh dear Suzanne
Suzanne, why are we taken back?
Suzanne, oh dear Suzanne
La-di-da, a-le-la
Come see the corners of the property
La-di-da, a-le-la
Walk the corners of the property
Some things cannot be understood
Never quite taken in, you cannot leave them
Salty water up in the high lakes
Desert sand beneath the pine trees
A flock of geese lost to an airplane
A memory of what is yet to be
This is music, this is madness
Clear the room
This is music, oh, this is madness
Clear the room
Clear the room
Clear the room
Clear the room
Clear the room
Clear the room
Clear the room