Caroline, I see you standing on the stairway, waiting for your bear there. Handy on the landing, penny in my pocket, high enough to hold you. When I come back home to you tomorrow, you may well be angry, I'll for sure be hungry. Meet me in the middle, make it melt like chocolate, be my little baby. I take you down by the water some December morning. Take you from your family, leave them with their longing. Take you by your hand, somewhere on the sand. Caroline, I love you, though I'm late to say so, hesitate to tell you. What will be your answer some December morning? Standing on the stairway, Caroline, I see you.
