When I was five years old
I stole a diecast airplane from the corner store
I've always had this silly habit
Of holding onto things just a little too tight
I didn't mean to take it, but that's no excuse
So my mom made me walk back inside
I was in tears as I showed it to the man
Behind the counter; I think he understood
When I was nine years old, I stole
Twenty-five dollars from a Christmas tree in a church
There were paper mittens filled with generous donations
And I rooted past the checks to find the cash
That afternoon I threw it squarely on the steps
Then with false suprise I picked it up
She let me spend it and within a couple nights
I had a dream that i was running from the law
When I was thirteen years I stole a skateboard
From the sidewalk just outside somebody's house
I thought awhile and since their house was pretty nice
I figured they could afford another one
Within a week I had removed the plastic wheels
And my friend painted my intials on the bottom
We stood like sultans in the snow on the skateboard
With no wheels, and then flew down St. Mary's hill
When I was seventeen, I stole a drumset
From my high school in an unmarked big brown box
I rode the elevator from the second to the first floor
With an odd look on my face
A couple days of rock and roll in a basement
And I could hear a voice I thought was gone for good
I packed that unmarked big brown box up right away
And took the elevator back upstairs