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


Just like an old movie
The old Sadie
But my Sadie is my Sadie
My Sadie -

I didn’t see Sadie at all