It's hard just to watch her and if I touch her
Maybe I mistook her but I can't overlook her
Every time she starts to cry?
She just sits there, hoping for a friend
Why is it she looks my way
I don't fit here but I may have a friend to lend
Her problems can't be that demanding
Must be someone who can pull her through
Lonesome Suzie, I can't watch you cry no longer
Oh, poor Suzie, I'm wonderin' what to do
I guess just watching you has made me lonesome too
Even if she'd just get mad
She might be better off that way
Anyone who's felt that bad could tell me what to say
And where is all the understanding
If you can use me until you feel a little stronger