Rosalie
Words and Music: Karen Mal
 
It was way past her bedtime on the old back porch
We were looking at the man in the moon
She was wrapped in a blue blanket, she was clinging to my hand
Knowing I'd be leaving again soon

She feels the weight of my going but she cannot see
The part of me I leave behind when I'm away
She wants an answer to a question she doesn't have the words to ask
I want to tell her that I'll stay

And I see Rosalie standing at the entrance of her life
Wondering at the world with eager eyes
I would show her the right road but I'm still guessing at my own
Rosalie, Rosalie

Rosalie is watching through the window through the rain
As I start the car and drive into the night
I know she'll have new words to say and bigger clothes to wear
The next time I drive back into her sight

I feel her lashes against my cheek; I feel her weight on my shoulder
I feel her yawning off her sleep; I wish that I was still there to hold her

And I see Rosalie standing at the entrance of her life
Wondering at the world with eager eyes
I would show her the right road, but she will find it on her own
Rosalie, Rosalie