I'm really sorry, Stephen
But your bicycle's been stolen
I was watching it for you
'Til you came back in the fall
Guess I didn't do such a good job after all
I was feeling really sorry, Stephen
& I spent all morning grieving
& everybody's saying
That you'll take the news gracefully
Somehow I don't think
I'll be getting off that easily
I meant her no harm
When I left her unlocked
Outside the Orange Street Food Farm
I was just running in
Didn't think I'd be that long
I came out, she was gone
& all that was there was some bored old dog
Leashed up to the place where your
Bicycle had been
Guess we'll never see poor Madeleine again
Let this be consolation, Stephen
That all the while you were in England
I treated her with care & respect
I gave her lots of love
& I was usually pretty good about
Locking her up
Where has she gone?
Well, I bet she's on the bottom of the Frenchtown Pond
Rudely abused on some hescher's joyride
So I wrote you this song
In the hopes that you'd forgive me
Even though it was wrong
Being so careless with a thing so great
& taking your poor Madeleine away
Away
