Wallet

I found a wallet, I found a wallet

Inside were pictures of your small family

You were so young, your hair dark brown

You had been born in 1953Your winter birthday was stamped on the plastic

Of a license so recently expired

I was so tired as I walked through my door

I let all the contents of your wallet on the floorAnd like a holy relic or a mystery novel

I thumbed them in the dim light

Searching for a clue, a Blockbuster card

An old stick of Juicy Fruit

A crumpled receipt from a pair of leather bootsI have no wallet, I have no wallet

I keep my cards together with a blue rubber band

And with a free hand I search in my pocket

For pieces of, pieces of paper and changeI'll take your wallet to my local blockbuster

They'll find your number in their computer

You'll never know me, I'll never know you

But you will be so happy when they call you up