And I spent all morning grievin'
Of a Frenchtown pond
Rudely abused on some hescher's joyride
I was feelin' really sorry Steven
I was just runnin' in, didn't think I'd be that long
And where has she gone?
Well, I bet she's on the bottom
And everybody's saying that you'll take the news gracefully
I came out, she was gone
So I wrote you this song
Being so careless with a thing so great
When I left her unlocked
I treated her with care and respect and gave her lots of love
I was watchin' it for you 'til you came back in the fall
Leashed up to the place where your bicycle had been
Outside the Orange Street food farm
Guess we'll never see poor Madeleine again
Let this be consolation, Steven
I guess I didn't do such a good job after all
That all the while you were in England
And I was usually pretty good 'bout locking her up
In the hopes that you'd forgive me even though it was wrong
And all that was there was some bored old dog
I meant her no harm
Somehow I don't think I'll be gettin' off that easily
