Stealing My Money

Fear struck me when I heard the news,
The car restorer had done me wrong,
To think that my trust in him he’d use,
And take away $125,000 strong.

A Springsteen drummer for sixteen years,
I thought I’d check out his services,
But only vintage car parts I’d hear,
Were stolen funds I’d not soon confess.

Max Weinberg’s money taken away,
Robbed in a moment I’ll not forget,
But restitution will come someday,
And for the car restorer I’ll not regret.

Though money’s of value and can be spent,
My loss is one my faith discerns,
For with my trust I still intend,
To never let any robber steal my returns.