Letter to Suzanne

Suzanne, your voice speaks to me
Like a friend I'll never meet
You take me to unknown streets
Places that I've never been
And your guitar sounds so sweet
You play so clean and naturally
You show the wonder and beauty
Among the city's sad debris

I picture you in a diner
Watching from your corner
Your coffee only filled halfway
Catching every moment's play
And your tone is clear and bright
A New York morning after night
Though you've seen the city's sorrows
You've one eye on tomorrow

You're the poet of New York City
You're the Queen of New York City
You're the poet of New York City

Suzanne, you gaze so pensively
From an ancient record sleeve
In some forgotten New York street
No pretence or conceit
And every song tells a tale
With grit beneath its fingernails
You show the wonder and beauty
Among the city's sad debris

You're the poet of New York City
You're the Queen of New York City
You're the poet of New York City
You're the Queen of New York City
You're the poet of New York City
You're the poet of New York City



Credits
Writer(s): Rupert John Haigh, Jenny Stevens, Robert Severin
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