Set out with a backpack
A compass in hand
To steal Mona Lisa and
That was his plan
A modern-day outlaw
He will take what he can
And vanish before you
Like tracks in the sand
His pockets were full
But his heart was so heavy and
All these material things can be deadly if
No one is there who will share when you're 71
If only someone fills the spaces
He might settle down
He met her on Tuesday
On his way back from France
He holds out the panting
His stole with his hands
And even DaVinci
Couldn't have sketched
A more perfect woman than the one that he met
His pockets were full
But his heart was so heavy and
All these material things can be deadly if
No one is there who will share when you're 71
If only someone fills the spaces
He might settle down
Settle down, settle down, settle down, settle down
He woke up in the morning
With nothing around
She left with the portrait
No trace of her found
She was the outlaw
She was the one
She took the bounty
And left him with none
His pockets aren't full
And his heart still empty
And falling in love can be just as deadly and
No one is there who will care when he's 71
If only someone fills the spaces
He might settle down
Settle down
