• If you see my Cinderella
    Still studying the trees
    Won’t you let her know she’s missed?
    While she’s hiding in the leaves
    And if she never comes down
    Tell her I never made a sound
    And that I am fine when she’s not
    Let empty promises rock my love to sleep
    Let the night come find her crying over me
    And as I drive away each passing mile
    Let her know
    I never missed
    Her smile, Her voice
    I never missed
    Her voice her, her sighs, and all the lies
    I listened
    At night, when we lay down in separate
    I never dreamed maybe
    Never that she’d cry “save me”
    If you see my Cinderella,
    Tell her I love her.