The Artful Dodger

 

Where do you go, and what can you say?

Heís taken to the road. Heís making a break

Youíre left with the thought itís all a mistake

The artful dodger has made his escape

 

Time alone will tend to your forsaken thoughts

About what you mightíve had and what you have not

Heís taken them away. Heís going two by two

Iím sorry little girl. Thereís nothing for you

 

Did you take him to the water and let him go down?

Were you waiting all night? Were you hoping for a sound?

Was it going, goodbye? Going goodbye

 

How do you cope and give it some shape

When all that youíve got is slipping away?

The artful dodger has made his escape