Suzy in a man's world,
daylight-ish pen-hand's world
Fragile like a cobweb on the trailer door
Curious to try them, too scared to deny them
Someone else's mister,
coming back for more
And she comes of age on another page in her book of storms
Stories she can never tell
Suzy's being taken,
flattered and forsaken
Ill-equipped for combat in those gold dark
rooms
And beneath
the gaze of the Virgin Mary
She tells herself it's just temporary
Thick air filled with perspiration and the
sweet perfume
And she writes her rage on another page
in her book of
storms Stories she can never tell
Something
within knows she'll never be okay in her skin
And
inside the winds blow so strong Someday she'll pray
for a way to wipe the memory away
And
inside the winds blow so strong
Maybe it's a
screenplay Maybe an obscene play
Either way the words fly from her blazing fingertips
Now the man in town knows she wrote it down In her book of storms
See them as they tap
dance All the pouring rain couldn't kill the pain
In her book of storms
Natural progression
And then confession A story she can finally tell