I'm really sorry, 
StevenBut your bicycle's been stolen
I was watchin' it for you 'til you came back in the fall
I guess I didn't do such a good job after all
I was feelin' really sorry 
StevenAnd 
I spent all morning grievin'
And everybody's saying that you'll take the news gracefully
Somehow I don't think 
I'll be gettin' off that easily
I meant her no harm
When I left her unlocked
Outside the 
Orange Street food farm
I was just runnin' 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, 
StevenThat all the while you were in 
EnglandI treated her with care and respect and gave her lots of love
And I was usually pretty good 'bout locking her up
And 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 hopes 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 [Incomprehensible]