Susan is a connotation

At less than arms length

She has the strength of an opinion

Her promises are like the night overcast

Like the stars she doesn't show

And when she does, she doesn't last



You can see her goodness

Like her breath on a window pane

And then she turns her head

And it is gone again



And while i'm left waiting

She'll wax and she'll wane

And maybe she'll come here again

And susan was at the other end of the line

And she received me just in time

And i lean to her like a preference of mine

Like a reference to friendship

She defined my time



Now i'm waiting for susan

I don't know where i am in line

I'm waiting for susan

I wonder where i am in line