So I walked into the bank and I gave the teller a noteI said, 'Fill this bag up with cash or I'm gonna slit your throat'
I thought for sure my plan would fail and I would end up in jail
But much to my surprise she complied with a smile
So I stepped up to the sunny city street and I realized
That my getaway driver got away without me
So I'd have to walk home, all alone on my own,
With this big gym bag full of money that I stole
And the streets were filled with cops and thugs
So I couldn't let on how happy I was
I couldn't let �em know what I had done
I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run
I wanted to run
See, at the time I was running low on hope
I was at the end of the end of the end of my rope
And I was down on my luck, so I couldn't give a f***,
Something made me think I should try to rob a bank
And maybe that my face would finally be in the paper
The reporter would mention that I was a singer
And the people would want to hear my troubled songs
They'd send me letters in jail tellin' me how they liked them
And I wouldn't worry about bein' set free
It'd be enough knowin' that people listened to me sing
And on the day I was eventually released
There'd be so many people waitin' out there to meet me
To meet me
Well that was autumn and I walked through the winter
Now it's spring, no, it's nearly summer
And my feet are tired and my hands are so cold
But I'm almost home, just a few blocks to go
But what awaits me there? I do not know
Will there be FBI guys waiting at my door?
Or will the coast be clear? When I finally make it there
After all of this walkin' I don't know if I care
But it would be so nice to open up the door and to step inside
To throw this bag down on the floor
And not have to worry about it anymore
And I would feed the cat and I would check the mail
Call up all of my friends and tell'em that I'm not in jail
Tell 'em sometimes it's worth all the chances you take
And start thinkin' about all the smoothies that I'm gonna make
That I'm gonna make
I thought for sure my plan would fail and I would end up in jail
But much to my surprise she complied with a smile
So I stepped up to the sunny city street and I realized
That my getaway driver got away without me
So I'd have to walk home, all alone on my own,
With this big gym bag full of money that I stole
And the streets were filled with cops and thugs
So I couldn't let on how happy I was
I couldn't let �em know what I had done
I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run
I wanted to run
See, at the time I was running low on hope
I was at the end of the end of the end of my rope
And I was down on my luck, so I couldn't give a f***,
Something made me think I should try to rob a bank
And maybe that my face would finally be in the paper
The reporter would mention that I was a singer
And the people would want to hear my troubled songs
They'd send me letters in jail tellin' me how they liked them
And I wouldn't worry about bein' set free
It'd be enough knowin' that people listened to me sing
And on the day I was eventually released
There'd be so many people waitin' out there to meet me
To meet me
Well that was autumn and I walked through the winter
Now it's spring, no, it's nearly summer
And my feet are tired and my hands are so cold
But I'm almost home, just a few blocks to go
But what awaits me there? I do not know
Will there be FBI guys waiting at my door?
Or will the coast be clear? When I finally make it there
After all of this walkin' I don't know if I care
But it would be so nice to open up the door and to step inside
To throw this bag down on the floor
And not have to worry about it anymore
And I would feed the cat and I would check the mail
Call up all of my friends and tell'em that I'm not in jail
Tell 'em sometimes it's worth all the chances you take
And start thinkin' about all the smoothies that I'm gonna make
That I'm gonna make