I´m really sorry Steven
But your bicycle´s been stolen
I was watching it for you
´Til you came back in the fall
Guess I didn´t do a good job after all

I was feeling really sorry Steven
And I spent all morning grieving
And everybody´s saying
That you´ll take the news gracefully
Somehow I don´t think I´ll get off so 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
And 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, Steven
That all the while you were in England
I treated her with care and respect
And gave her lots of love
And I was usually pretty good ´bout locking her up

Where has she gone?
Well, I bet she´s on the bottom of a Frenchtown pond
Rudely abused on some hescher´s joyride
So I wrote you this song
In the hope that you´d forgive me
Even though it was wrong
Being so careless with a thing so great
And taking your poor Madeleine away, away