Texty: Shel Silverstein. 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 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
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
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.