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For the girl who introduced me to Bob Dylan. She knows who she is, even if she never knew I had a crush on her.

I remember that night like it was just days ago
Things came together when the band fell apart
Bob Dylan’s Desire playing on the stereo
And a little of our own stirring in our hearts

I had been fighting for months with Christine
When the boys left the group it was all I could take
You said “I know what you need — a cup of caffeine…
Come on to my house for coffee and cake”

Well we hadn’t been fifteen minutes in the place
You said “Let’s play some records… And hey, let’s get high…”
Then you put on Desire and looked me straight in the face
So I kissed you gently. But you started to cry

I said “Is it me?” you said “It’s Scarlet Rivera…
When she solos on ‘Isis’ it’s a beautiful sound”
Then you went to the bathroom to fix your mascara
And ‘round about then my heart started to pound

When you came to your bed I was already in it
You weren’t wearing nothing but a long cigarette
I said “Let me look at you… Suzy, give me a minute”
Then you gave me an hour that I’ll never forget

While you slept beside me, well I got to thinking
I thought about honor and I thought about love
Maybe it was all just the coffee I’d been drinking
But suddenly it hit me like a bolt from above

So I laced up my Fluevogs and I threw on my coat
And I made for the subway as fast as I could go
I didn’t have the guts to even write you a note
But I figured when you woke up alone, you’d know

Now what happened next can be easily guessed
I knew deep inside that I had to do right
I went home to Christine, sat her down and confessed
And in just thirty seconds broke my second heart that night

I remember that night like it was just days ago
Things came together when the band fell apart
Bob Dylan’s Desire playing on the stereo
And a little of our own stirring in our hearts

And all these years later I’ve missed you every day since
There’s so many things I wish I would have said
Rememberin’ your violin still makes me wince
But when I hear ‘Isis’ I wish I was dead

The pain works its way into all of my songs
It’s there in each one if you listen carefully
Each lonely note knows my melody belongs
Nestled up under your sweet harmony

Suzy where are you living? Whose house do you keep?
Tell me who are you holding, and who’s holding you?
What I wouldn’t give to hear you play me to sleep…
You’re no Scarlet Rivera, but you’ll do, you’ll do