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 the 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 Good bye 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