Sue (Or in a Season of Crime)
SueI got the jobWe'll buy the houseYou'll need to restBut now we'll make it
SueThe clinic calledThe x-ray's fineI brought you homeI just said home
Sue, you said you want it writtenSue, the virgin on your stoneFor your graveWhy too dark to speak the words?For, I know that you have a sonOh, folly, Sue
Ride the train, I'm far from homeIn a season of crime none need atoneI kissed your faceSue, I've pushed you down beneath the weedsEndless faith in hopeless deedsI kissed your faceI touched your face
Sue, goodbye
Sue, I found your noteThat you wrote last nightIt can't be rightYou went with himSue, I never dreamedI'm such a foolRight from the startYou went with that clown