Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime)

Sue, I got the job

We'll buy the house

You'll need to rest

But now we'll make it

Sue, the clinic called

The x-ray's fine

I brought you home

I just said home

Sue, you said you wanted writ

"Sue the virgin" on your stone

For your grave

Why too dark to speak the words?

For I know that you have a son

Oh, folly, Sue

Ride the train, I'm far from home

In a season of crime none need atone

I kissed your face

Sue, I pushed you down beneath the weeds

Endless faith in hopeless deeds

I kissed your face

I touched your face

Sue, goodbye

Sue, I found your note

That you wrote last night

It can't be right

You went with him

Sue, I never dreamed

I'm such a fool

Right from the start

You went with that clown