I'm Really Sorry, Steven, But Your Bicycle's Been Stolen. I Was Watching It For You 'til You Came Back In The Fall. I Guess I Didn't Do Such 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 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 Back, She Was Gone And All That Was There Was Some Bored Old Dog, Leashed Up To The Place Where Your Bicycle Had Been. I Guess We'll Never See Poor Madelline 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 The French Town Pond, Rudely Abused On Some Heshner's Joy Ride. 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 Madeline Away.