In the white house past the curve of the street
I catch a glimpse of my childhood innocence
Down the big slope and the drop of the hill
I hear a young voice that never can and never will
Make it out of my memories and past that block of time
Escape only being a snapshot in my mind
Oh Madeline
If I could I'd turn back time
To the summer months that once were mine
Oh Madeline
Things could always change down the line
But I miss you still from time to time
Through the white haze and the fog of the morning
I find myself grownup and gone without warning
After days spent finding shapes within the clouds
They've all turned gray and I find myself looking out
Out into those memories and in that block of time
Gazing at the snapshots hidden in my mind
Oh Madeline
If I could I'd turn back time
To the summer months that once were mine
Oh Madeline
Things could always change down the line
But I miss you still from time to time
When I wear your favorite earrings
While I'm sitting in your favorite tree
When I'm walking by your old street
All I see is you coming back to me
Oh Madeline
If I could I'd turn back time
To the summer months that once were mine
Oh Madeline
Things could always change down the line
But I miss you still from time to time