Just yesterday mornin’, they let me know you were gone
Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song I just can’t remember who to send it to
Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus?
You’ve got to help me make a stand You’ve just got to see me through another day My body’s aching and my time is at hand And I won’t make it any other way
Been walking my mind to an easy time
My back turned towards the sun Lord knows, when the cold wind blows It’ll turn your head around Well, there’s hours of time on the telephone line To talk about things to come Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground