Lazy Susan

Lazy SusanJoe Woodard
 Lazy Susan spun around to find
 The kind of man she never read about
 The kindest handshake in the world
 Crazy days and nights where nothing turns to something
 Where the dreaming leads to flesh and stone
 You hardly know just what to do
 May the best of luck land right in your lap
 Lazy Susan, lazy Susan
 Did you realize that smoke is not quite weightless?
 Sails right up to heaven in wavy lines
 Fate will send you where she will
 She never agonized in empty rooms at midnight
 A gentle man with warmth to spare
 She always knew just what to do
 She does a cartwheel at the moment
 When we'd all be losing faith, that lazy Susan