Madelleine Laughing

There's no quiet anymore anywhere for Madelleine if carless will never mean carefree
She'll still laugh a little with the afternoon men in their dust, and still half as much with the afternoon men in their papers

It's all goldfish and goldrush, trusting the inoculations won't infect her, between the fireworks and waterslides with the devil's foresight with the weather
Laughing with the afternoon men in their bathing suits, trusting rain to all come together

For Madelleine's performances I could've been anyone
But now I know that anonyminity was all that I thought love was
But I must admit I've always preferred a theater that men all go to to sit alone together to any version of home that I've ever known

And Madelleine, Madelleine
You should be even lonelier
You should be even lonelier
And I think you can do it