Susan the Cat

Susan’s a cat, she lives in LA
Up in the park, by the western gates
Where the sands crush like snails under your feet
When the smog lifts she sees straight to the sea, oh

Susan she’s quiet, she don’t fuss around much
I see her most mornings, scratching shit up
Most times I approach she rebuffs me
I don’t count on Susan to butter me up, no I pick myself up

These days I’ve been living on the kindness of others
The friendship of strangers who open their hearts and their bodies and bеings, and I must be equal part searching and fleeing and changing slowly
So givе me a kiss and I’ll go

Susan’s a loner, so don’t call she won’t come
Can’t look in her eyes ‘cause she’s only got one
Oh she sits on her pillow like an Egyptian queen
Now giver her some space, while I bow at her feet

Then I pick myself up, these days I’ve been living on the kindness of others
The friendship of strangers who open their hearts and their bodies and beings, and I must be equal part searching and fleeing and changing slowly
So give me a kiss and I’ll go