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 be getting 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 have 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