Wallet
I found a walletI found a walletInside were pictures of your small familyYou are so youngYour hair dark brownYou had been born in 1953
Your winter birthdayWas stamped on the plasticOf a license so recently expiredI was so tired as I walked in my doorI laid all the contents of your wallet on the floor
Like a holy relicOr a mystery novelI thumbed them in the dim lightSearching for a clue
A blockbuster cardAn old stick of juicy fruitA crumpled receiptFrom a pair of leather boots
I have no walletI have no walletI keep my cards togetherWith a blue rubber bandAnd with a free handI search in my pocketFor pieces of paper, pieces of paper and change
I'll take your walletTo my local blockbusterThey'll find your numberIn their computerYou'll never know meAnd I'll never know youBut you'll be so happyWhen they call you up