Scenes from an Art Heist

Shards of glass litter the floor

A table turned to block the door

A single shred of canvas left to find

Wrists tied to a drainpipe

Mouths taped so they won't snipe

The tortured work of art you left behind

I've no idea, but I wonder

Cos the money ain't much at all

You're painted on the TV screens

And we're waiting for the fall

Thomas Crown or Dr. No?

A charcoal sketch don't really show

If it's dollar signs or daggers inside your head

Now every paper and magazine

Cops and agents and in between

Left to wonder where you've gone or if you're dead

I've no idea, but I wonder

Cos the money ain't much at all

You're painted on the TV screens

And we're waiting for the fall

I've no idea, but I wonder

It can't be this hard to survive

I've no idea, but I wonder

Did the loneliness eat you alive?