Susan Rode The Cyclone lyrics

Susan rode the cyclone
off the rails at Coney Island
Susan rode the cyclone
off the track

And when she hit the sand
in her hands
she somehow still held the bomb

It happened on the swings
there were crickets on her skin
they rubbed their legs to sing her away

And back to Earth again
T'was the fireflies in her pen
burned little orange holes right through the page

She wrote: I'll turn to you, dont turn to me
She wrote: I'll turn to you, dont turn to me
She wrote: I'll turn to you, dont turn to me
I'll turn to you, dont turn to me

Susan pulled her knees up
curled up in a pink ball
tired of waiting for someone worth waking up for