I have stolen many things,
In a lifetime of despair.
I have stolen time and energy,
When there was nothing left to spare.
I have stolen hearts
And loving thoughts
From friends that I held dear,
But there’s nothing left to steal this year.
There’s nothing left to steal this year.$
I have worked in lonely places/Earned a paycheck that was small
I’ve worked in wicked silos/Helping feed you one and all
I delivered books to scholars/In French and English too
There was nothing left for me to do
Nothing left for me to do
When you took me to a grocery/I cased the joint for you
You taught me how to be obscure/And see all things as new
Objects of desire/Things I wanted too
There was nothing left for me to do
Nothing left for me to do
I dragged myself on catwalks/In the winter of my dreams
In an ice-stained army jacket/I thought only of the queens who stood to profit from my every aching step
There was little else to think about but yet
I have stolen hearts
And loving thoughts
From friends that I held dear
But there’s nothing left to steal this year
There’s nothing left to steal this year
I have stolen all the records/That lets you know I once came through
I believed him when he said/They know not what they do
And for each and every minion-maker/I can only say to you
I have stolen more than my fair share
Will you still bless me if I leave this year