Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river

You can hear the boats go by

You can spend the night beside her

But you know that she's half-crazy

That's why you want to be there

And she'll feed 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

She gets you on her wavelength

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

But then you know that she'll 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 spent a long time watching from His lonely wooden tower

And when He knew for certain only drowning men could see Him

He said, "Let all men be sailors until then 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 him

And you want to travel blind

And then 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'll lean that way forever

While Suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And then you know you can trust her

For she's touched your perfect body with her mind