| Sadie’s momma was a tanker always bowling her |
| Down to the ground |
| And when Sadie got old enough she moved it on |
| Her freedom was a one way bus to another town |
| She had a little money, bought a dress and she put it on |
| And she worked her days in an all night restaurant |
| It was called believe or not… Anything You Want |
| There was a woman on the graveyard shift that |
| Sadie liked a lot |
| And she even took to coming early just in case |
| They could have some time |
| It seemed that anything the graveyard lady wanted |
| The graveyard lady got |
| And Sadie decided the difference between them |
| Was a shadow line |
| Years would fly before she’d bother to try |
| To be her own true face |
| Right now seemed like every thing was sadly stuck in place |
| Hot town, Toronto, l951 |
| The Spring is doing it’s stuff |
| She sends a letter home to say «I've come undone» |
| All they say «that's tough» |
| Another birthday pass her by and she has a dream |
| One night that she can fly |
| And she goes to work that day and all she does is cry cry cry |
| And Sadie finally meet a man who dances a jig |
| And she follows him down |
| But don’t he turn out to be a little angel of misery |
| Living quiet in a private dream, protected by a frozen frown |
| Periodically he looks up and says |
| «Sadie, what’s to become of you and me?» |
| It’s at these times that she holds his head |
| Half wishing all the while that he’s holding her instead |
| And she finally tells him that and it blows his mind… |
| Takes a little time, takes a little time, takes a little |
| time. |
| Takes a little time, takes a little time, takes a little |
| time. |
| It’s so amazing what you don’t find out |
| When you’re dancing! |