Suzanne used to dream about a life of perfect happiness When her time came But now she spends her days on the floor with a boy Who barely knows her name She used to laugh, but that was long ago When the world was young and every door she passed was open wide Now she stares through broken windows and thinks about the story of her life

She had dreams of goin’ places
Far beyond the shadow of this lonely town Put herself through college, work up to the top then maybe settle down Now every twist and turn that led her to this madness Keeps on turning over and over in her mind She planned it all so perfectly. How could this be the story of her life?

Endless strings of doctors, lawyers, nurses and teachers now walk through her door Tell her that there’s nothing they can do, cash their checks and then return no more She used to cry, a river of tears But what good are tears when no one’s there to hold you till they’re dry And she tries to hide her anger, as she thinks about the story of her life

All the choices that she made, keep coming back to haunt her And life goes on But all that she can do is watch it move on past like a parade And as the music fades The streets all look so empty. Where did everybody go?

Suzanne pours some coffee, sits down in the kitchen as the daylight fades And as her boy lies sleeping, she stares into the evening and goes far away Flying over long forgotten places in the long forgotten spaces Of the life she’s left behind And she thinks about tomorrow, and knows that she is stronger It will not be easy, but she’ll try To write a happy ending to the story of her life