Wallet (Live In London)

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 change

Songwriters

Spektor, ReginaPublished by

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