Madeline

I don’t think she had a plan

Just wanted to be broken from that broken man

So every ounce of she left in July

Slow toke for a fast goodbye

I don’t think he cared too much

Little private school boy never gave a fuck

All he ever needed was a rug

Some warm thing to feel like love

Well, she's got leather on her shoulders now

She's been playing in a bar downtown

Don’t you waste it on a lazy crowd

Madeline

I don’t think she liked the noise

Liquor covered pavements and that smokey voice

Wondering if she’ll play a song he knows

Big chin and a hook too slow

On a bus to St Louise

Trading books with strangers in their seventies

Hoping she might honour their mistakes

Might cherish her own someday

Well, she's got tattoos on her shoulders now

She's been sleeping on the old mans' couch

Don’t you trade it for a big white house

Madeline

I don’t think she had a plan

Little girls and anger always dance that dance

Even with no growing pains at all

Old shoes can still feel small

Well, she's got Alice round her shoulders now

And they've been saving for the first flight out

Don't you waste it on a one-way town, Madeline

Madeline