Sanoja: Gordon Lightfoot. 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
Rollin' smokes and drinkin' up her wine
And I remember candlelight and singing 'til we could not sing no more
Then fallin' 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 mornin' I'd go on
Buyin' kingdoms with my songs
Knowin' I'd be back in just a while
Warm 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