Susan is a connotation   At less than arms length   She has the strength of an opinion   Her promises are like the night overcast   Like the stars she doesn't show   And when she does, she doesn't last      You can see her goodness   Like her breath on a window pane   And then she turns her head   And it is gone again      And while I'm left waiting   She'll wax and she'll wane   And maybe she'll come here again   And susan was at the other end of the line   And she received me just in time   And I lean to her like a preference of mine   Like a reference to friendship   She defined my time      Now I'm waiting for susan   I don't know where I am in line   I'm waiting for susan   I wonder where I am in line