Ian Moss - Matchbook lyrics

Once I knew a younger man Travelling alone He had nothin' in his pocket but a matchbook, baby All the world was older then With money spare to burn He had nothin' in his pocket but a matchbook, baby Now he's gone, gone, gone Lookin' out my window now Depression has returned Beggerman, theif is the new look baby With a pocketful of nothin' but a matchbook baby Yeah things roll on and on The King is on the radio Singin' "don't be cruel" Girls down on the corner makin' money after school Your hear them say that love's okay But when the pa**ion dies You got nothin' in your pocket but a matchbook, baby Fool, fool, fool I needed more than daily bread And midnight robbery The empty heart of a hot look ain't no mystery I don't know what lies ahead But you've been good to me You've been colouring in my sketchbook and I'm fine, fine, fine I had nothin' in my pocket but a matchbook Now you're mine, mine, mine