Something For An Empty Briefcase

Bad money is easy to acquire,
There are infinite ways
Since forever, until always
But your only real crime
Is allowing yourself to dream,
Your only real crime
Started with a little scheme

After your last ever job is done
You couldn't think of better ways
So you buy yourself a briefcase,
But your one mistake
Is it has no use,
But your one mistake
Is having nothing to lose

"Won't somebody
Give me something for an empty briefcase,
Oh somebody
Give me something for an empty briefcase
Before I give myself over
Before I give myself over"

One empty night, walking with your doubts
You find yourself lost in an unfamiliar haze
As you bump into a gentle face,
Of all her many mistakes
She said 'hello',
Of all her many mistakes
She looks at your hand and wants to know...

"Hasn't somebody
Given you something for an empty briefcase,
Oh why hasn't somebody
Given you something for an empty briefcase
Give yourself over
Give yourself over, to me"

She has been around the world, not once but twice
And has seen so many different ways
Made the best of her days
Her first ever crime
Was opening your mind,
Her first ever crime
Is teaching you the art of the kind

"Finally somebody
Has given me something for an empty briefcase
Oh somebody
Has given me something for an empty briefcase,
I've given myself over
I've given myself over, to life"