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 1953
Your winter birthday was stamped on the plastic
Of a license so recently expired
I was so tired as I walked through my door
I laid all the contents of your wallet on the floor
And 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 boots
I 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 pockets
For pieces of, pieces of paper and change
I'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'll be so happy when they call you up