Madeline

Madeline, hair in your eyes
With the voice as soft as satin
Madeline, you'll surely find
Smiles from inside a worried glance

You always kept me waiting
Somehow I never seem to mind
When the wind has caught your sail,
Come back and see me, Madeline

Madeline, after a while
They found your photo in a drawer
Madeline, from another time
I caught you standing in a door
When you were asked if we were sisters,
You replied you weren't sure

If the fog should ever lift,
Come back and see me, Madeline