Slowly they go,
but there's fault lines for Madeline,
on a journey from school but she looks like she may fly,
more to this than a will to explore,
please don't go, you won't make it, I'm sure
The sun sets, the earth shakes now,
I feel miles to go,
warm ground, tread lightly,
I don't want you to go.
Well, their mothers say they'll live to see another day,
and they paint in lines a new portrait of Madeline.
And in painted red,
a sign that says my daughter's dead,
my earthquakes, she said, are coming down.
Playing by rule,
she had, guidelines from old times,
down roman roads like she's fighting for Cataline,