Sadie

I can see Sadie as she was, I can see Sadie in her pink shirt, big blue eyes Stealing all my t-shirts and running down Bleecker Laughing that laugh until she cries. I can see Sadie on the beach Slipping in and out of cartwheels She can rock a one-piece with her perfect ivory skin I can see her shadow as the sun sets on Jersey Drowning in the ocean of her scent and her grin. And it’s all Sadie It’s still Sadie She’s not gone It plays on Like an old movie The old Sadie But my Sadie Is not Sadie at all. I can see Sadie at the Square Serving up the buttered popcorn Picking out a reel to show me Hepburn, Cary Grant Closer than a closeup, my matinee idol She’s my Ginger Rogers, my Fred Astaire, dancing… It’s all Sadie It’s still Sadie She’s not gone It plays on Like an old movie The old Sadie But my Sadie Is not Sadie at all. Where do idols go When the credits play? When the black and white screen fades to gray? Give me soft focus And a wide-angle lens: A film strip of Sadies, Sadie’s slipping through my fingers again… I can see Sadie if I squint Somewhere out in California I can see Sadie but she’s fading fast All the words we whispered I thought I’d remember Now it’s just the image of her everlasting. *[instrumental]* Just like an old movie The old Sadie But my Sadie is my Sadie My Sadie - I didn’t see Sadie at all.