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 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 Juicyfruit
 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