From the recording David and Lezlie
Suzanne (partial capo on fret 2, 1-5 and partial capo on fret 4, 2-4 in B)
B E2,6 A2,6 E2,6 B
When Suzanne walks in a crowded room, she winds up in someone’s dreams.
She has a dark beauty, but she’s more than what she seems.
Everyone thinks she’ll party, flirt and spar.
But she has a good book unfinished. And she reads it alone in her car.
Her threadbare clothes are from Boomerang cause she keeps on comin back.
She fingers reds and yellows, but leaves with something black.
At night she dreams of singing on stage so clear and high.
The rapt attention won’t unnerve her. They don’t see the tear in her eye.
Can’t you hear her footsteps at night?
All the stores are closed.
But there’s a concert at midnight
F#r3 E2 B
down at Prospero’s.
E2 B E2 B
Suzanne has eyes that open a channel to her soul.
I fell in and touched her, but her heart would not unfold.
Some have tried to straighten the crooked way she smiles.
They found their lives unraveled and scattered across windy miles.
Suzanne looks out from her garret in the oldest part of town.
Her neighbors, they protect her when they know she’s burning down.
But the phoenix from those ashes is such a graceful sight.
She’s generous with her laughter. And they leave with a bit of that light.
Words and music by David B. Hakan
© 2006 All Rights Reserved 11-18-2006