Lyrics

Suzanna, from Indiana
Born in savanna of dreams,
The moments that you captured
And the sounds you manufactured
Enraptured all the men who came to see

You spoke to them in Spanish
Of the winds that cool Atlantis
Then you took your words and vanished suddenly

Suzanne, on Portugal's white sands
I see you as you stand above the sea,
Suzanna, your hands are your antennae
As you play the grand piano's ivory keys

You play with such persistence
Old songs from the resistance
Your voice from such a distance beckoning

Suzanna stepped into my veranda
And set a loaf of manna at my feet,
The winds were in a panic,
I sat up in my hammock,
I was hungry but I still chose not to eat

You spoke to me in Russian
Of Napoleon's destruction
The ice of his defeat was on your cheek