Through the storms and finally reached a quiet shore
The homeless found a home on Susan's floor
I didn't feel so cold and tired stretched out before her fire
Rolling smokes and drinking up her wine
And I remember candle light and singing till we could not sing no more
And 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 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 the storms and finally reached a quiet shore
The homeless found a home on Susan's floor
Like crippled ships that made it Through the storms and finally reached a quiet shore The homeless found a home on Susan's floor I didn't feel so cold and tired stretched out before her fire Rolling smokes and drinking up her wine And I remember candle light and singing till we could not sing no more And 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 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 the storms and finally reached a quiet shore The homeless found a home on Susan's floor Explain Request ×
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