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 this material things can be deadly if
No one is there who will share
When you're 71

If only someone fill the spaces
He might settle down

He met her on thusday
On his way back from france
He hold out the panting
His stole with his hands

And even da'vinci
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 this material things can be deadly if
No one is there who will share
When you're 71

If only someone fill 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 fill the spaces
He might settle down
Settle down