| :Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river | 
| You can hear the boats go by | 
| You can spend the night beside her | 
| And you know that she’s half crazy | 
| But that’s why you want to be there | 
| And she feeds you tea and oranges | 
| That come all the way from China | 
| And just when you mean to tell her | 
| That you have no love to give her | 
| And she gets you on her wavelength | 
| And she lets the river answer | 
| That you’ve always been her lover | 
| And you want to travel with her | 
| And you want to travel blind | 
| And you know that she will trust you | 
| For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind | 
| And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water | 
| And he spends a long time watching | 
| From his lonely wooden tower | 
| And when he knew for certain | 
| Only drowning men could see him | 
| He said all men would be sailors then | 
| Until the sea shall free them | 
| But he himself was broken | 
| Long before the sky would open | 
| Forsaken, almost human | 
| He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone | 
| And you want to travel with her | 
| And you want to travel blind | 
| And you think maybe you’ll trust him | 
| For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind | 
| Now Suzanne takes your hand | 
| And she leads you to the river | 
| She’s wearing rags and feathers | 
| From Salvation Army counters | 
| And the sun pours down like honey | 
| On our lady of the harbor | 
| And she shows you where to look | 
| Among the garbage and the flowers | 
| There are heroes in the seaweed | 
| There are children in the morning | 
| They are leaning out for love | 
| And they will lean that way forever | 
| While Suzanne holds the mirror | 
| And you want to travel with her | 
| And you want to travel blind | 
| And you know that she will trust you | 
| For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind |