They didn’t look too much alike,
They didn’t talk at all the same
They didn’t share much of anything
Except their first and their last name.
Does it take imagination?
Was there something going on?
When was it that everything went wrong?
Break – pattern 1
I never knew if they were smiling
Out of truth or out of fear.
Any day had to be more than here.
Maybe it just wasn’t right
Or maybe they just weren’t ready
Maybe there’s another life
For Margaret and her sister Peggy
Break – pattern 2
I’ve forgotten most of what I knew
But the picture in my mind remains
Hallways, classrooms and park benches
Tears and screams, concern and pain.
We were all very young
But I thought that I was old
Ages are out of our control.
Maybe it just wasn’t right
Or maybe they just weren’t ready
Maybe there’s another life
For Margaret and her sister Peggy
Break – pattern 2
Break – pattern 1
Saw them at the supermarket
Walking down different aisles
Didn’t know if I should hide or smile.
I fell into a comfortable chair
I pictured things both far and near
I wondered what had happened after
After all, I’ve no idea.
After all, I’ve no idea
After all, I’ve no real idea.
Commentary
After having nothing but the melody and the line "Margaret and her sister Peggy" singing in my head for the last 15 years, this song wrote itself this week.
I don't expect Margaret, or her sister (yes, her sister's name is Peggy) to actually see this blog or this post. Just in case I want to say that this is not actually about them. I'm not sure it's about much of anything, come to think about it, it's only about the idea that there were two sisters. Margaret and Peggy.
